The girl tried to push him away.
‘WILLY!’
He threw her to the ground.
‘DON’T!’ Marty shouted as he dropped on top of the girl. ‘Stop it! Get off her!’
She dropped the clothes, grabbed Willy’s arm and tried to pull him away. It was slippery with sweat. He got it free and swung at Marty. The girl under him lashed out with one hand, fingers hooked and spread like claws. Willy pulled up short on his swing at Marty and blocked the girl’s attack.
Then he drove a fist down.
Marty heard it connect with the girl’s nose. The naked body gave a grotesque lurch and lay still.
Willy got between the girl’s legs.
Marty dived, tearing him off her. They rolled on the ground. When they stopped rolling, Willy was on top. He sat on Marty’s chest, pinning her arms under her knees. With one hand, he pulled her hair until she gasped with pain. When her mouth opened, he jammed the gun barrel in.
It was thick and cold, and tasted of oil. Its front sight cut the roof of her mouth. It pressed far back toward her throat until she gagged.
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‘Lucky for you a stiff’s no fun in the sack.’ Willy laughed and pulled the gun out of Marty’s mouth. Its front sight chipped a
tooth. He climbed off her. ‘Get dressed.’
Marty rolled over, choking, spitting gritty bits of tooth into the dirt.
‘Now.’
She got to her feet and picked up the girl’s shorts.
‘Put them on.’
They fitted snugly. After she picked up the jersey, she knelt by the boy. He looked very still. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, she felt his body heat and the rise and fall of his breathing.
‘Knock it off,’ Willy said.
Ignoring him, Marty went to the girl. In the moonlight, her face looked black with blood. The nose was mashed sideways, its ridge broken.
‘Put on her top.’
Marty turned her back to Willy and started to unbutton her blouse.
‘Don’t be shy,’ he said. ‘Just think of me as your guy. Which I am. The only guy you’re ever gonna have.’
She didn’t move.
‘Turn around right now or else.’
She turned around. Facing him, she took off her wet blouse. Willy stared at her. Not drying herself, she pushed her hands through the jersey sleeves and pulled it over her head. It stuck to her wet skin.
Willy reached out a hand.
Marty backed away from him. And kept backing away until the side of the car stopped her.
‘Sit down,’ Willy said. ‘Right there. On the ground. Better still, lie down.’
‘What for?’
He grabbed the neck of her jersey and pulled. She went to her knees.
‘Lie on your stomach.’
She did.
‘Now stay that way.’
Kneeling down, Willy went through the boy’s pockets. There was. only a handkerchief and comb.
‘Give him back his wallet,’ Marty said.
‘Shut the fuck up.’
He climbed into the car, found the girl’s leather purse on the floor and dumped it on his lap. Marty, on the ground, couldn’t see what fell out. But she saw Willy pick up a billfold and look inside. He grinned. ‘Not bad. Kid’s got rich folks.’
‘Maybe she works.’
‘Maybe we’ll take her with us.’
‘Great idea. Hold her for ransom?’
‘Nope,’Willy said. He dropped the purse. ‘Ransom, that’d be too much trouble. I’ll just take her along for a little variety.’
‘Broken nose and all?’ Marty asked.
Not answering, he climbed out of the car and went to its front. There, he opened the hood. Her jerked a hose loose and threw it into the lake.
‘Finished?’ Marty asked.
‘Not just yet.’ He stepped over the unconscious boy and squatted beside the girl. ‘See that? Look at the number I did on her nose.’
‘I saw.’
‘A real ugly mess, huh? But it’s just from the neck up, and that isn’t the part that counts. Know what I mean?’ He reached down and patted the girl’s right breast. ‘Guess I’d better not take her with us. Not with her nose like this. People’d wonder.’
‘They sure would.’ Marty spat out a fleck of tooth. ‘They’d ask a lot of questions.’
‘Well, since I’m not taking her…’ He picked up the girl’s legs and turned her until the top of her head was toward Marty. Then he dropped her legs and got on his knees between them.
‘Willy! No!’
‘Yes, yes.’ He pulled the pistol out of his belt and aimed it at Marty.
‘God, don’t.’
He laughed. ‘Think I’m gonna pass up a piece like this?’ He unzipped his jeans.
‘Do me instead.’
‘Thanks anyhow.’
‘Willy, I’d be better. Hell, she’s out cold. She’ll just lie there.’
‘You’re for later. She’s for now.’
‘Don’t do this to her.’
‘Jealous?’
‘Please.’
Willy, grinning, pulled his penis out of his jeans. It was big and upright.
‘I’m not going to let you.’
‘Can’t stop me.’
‘We’ll see about…’
In the distance, a car engine rumbled and sputtered.
They both looked toward the entrance to the parking area. So far, there was no sign of headlights.
‘It’ll be here in a minute,’ Marty said. ‘It’ll be the first of a whole bunch. The movie probably just got out. Pretty soon, this place will be crawling with horny teenagers.’
‘I’m not quitting now.’ Willy started to lower himself onto the girl. Marty scurried backward, half expecting a bullet to smash through her body. She crawled to Willy’s car, stretched across its front seat and reached to the steering wheel.
As she shoved, the blare of Willy’s car horn sounded through the night.
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