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           Hesatupandtriedtosipfromthebottle.Gagged,coughed,lukewarmwatersprayinghischestandthighs.

           `Igottapunchdeck,’heheardhimselfsay.Hewasgropingforhisclothes.`Igottaknow...’

           Shelaughed.Smallstronghandsgrippedhisupperarms.`Sorry,hotshot.Eightdaywait.Yournervoussystemwouldfalloutonthefloorifyoujackedinnow.Doctor’sorders.Besides,theyfigureitworked.Checkyouinadayorso.’Helaydownagain.

           `Wherearewe?’

           `Home.CheapHotel.’

           `Where’sArmitage?’

           `Hilton,sellingbeadstothenativesorsomething.We’reoutofheresoon,man.Amsterdam,Paris,thenbacktotheSprawl.’Shetouchedhisshoulder.`Rollover.Igiveagoodmassage.’

           Helayonhisstomach,armsstretchedforward,tipsofhisfingersagainstthewallsofthecoffin.Shesettledoverthesmallofhisback,kneelingonthetemperfoam,theleatherjeanscoolagainsthisskin.Herfingersbrushedhisneck.

           `Howcomeyou’renotattheHilton?’

           Sheansweredhimbyreachingback,betweenhisthighs,andgentlyencirclinghisscrotumwiththumbandforefinger.Sherockedthereforaminuteinthedark,erectabovehim,herotherhandonhisneck.Theleatherofherjeanscreakedsoftlywiththemovement.Caseshifted,feelinghimselfhardenagainstthetemperfoam.

           Hisheadthrobbed,butthebrittlenessinhisneckseemedtoretreat.Heraisedhimselfononeelbow,rolled,sankbackagainstthefoam,pullingherdown,lickingherbreasts,smallhardnipplesslidingwetacrosshischeek.