horribly contorted in her death struggle, he felt a satisfaction far in excess of any sexual ecstasy he had ever experienced, and he knew also that he need not worry any more about paying the head waiter his twenty-five bucks. He had given him service instead.
He sat on the bed beside her and touched her breasts gently. The drink was dying on him and he felt very tired and a little sick of things. He sat there for a long time trying to keep the fading warmth in her body by putting his hands on her, but when her flesh became cold and hard to his touch he drew away from her.
He tried to reason things out, but his brain failed him. He just couldn’t be bothered to make any plans, and after some time he reached out for the phone and called the police. He didn’t quite know how to tell them, but they were very helpful, and in a surprisingly short time they came into the room and took him away.
THE END
