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Chapter 2
Hefoundthezipontheleatherjeansandtuggeditdown.
`It’sokay,’shesaid,`Icansee.’Soundofthejeanspeelingdown.Shestruggledbesidehimuntilshecouldkickthemaway.Shethrewalegacrosshimandhetouchedherface.Unexpectedhardnessoftheimplantedlenses.`Don’t,’shesaid,`fingerprints.’
Nowshestraddledhimagain,tookhishand,andcloseditoverher,histhumbalongthecleftofherbuttocks,hisfingersspreadacrossthelabia.Asshebegantolowerherself,theimagescamepulsingback,thefaces,fragmentsofneonarrivingandreceding.Shesliddownaroundhimandhisbackarchedconvulsively.Sherodehimthatway,impalingherself,slippingdownonhimagainandagain,untiltheybothhadcome,hisorgasmflaringblueinatimelessspace,avastnesslikethematrix,wherethefaceswereshreddedandblownawaydownhurricanecorridors,andherinnerthighswerestrongandwetagainsthiships.
OnNinsei,athinner,weekdayversionofthecrowdwentthroughthemotionsofthedance.Wavesofsoundrolledfromthearcadesandpachinkoparlors.CaseglancedintotheChatandsawZonewatchingoverhisgirlsinthewarm,beer-smellingtwilight.Ratzwastendingbar.
`YouseenWage,Ratz?’
`Nottonight.’RatzmadeapointofraisinganeyebrowatMolly.
`Youseehim,tellhimIgothismoney.’
`Luckchanging,myartiste?’
`Toosoontotell.’
`Well,Igottaseethisguy,’Casesaid,watchinghisreflectioninherglasses.`Igotbiztocanceloutof.’
`Armitagewon’tlikeit,Iletyououtofmysight.’
