The Katoey was furious. ‘You wait until Dingo hears about this. You’ll be sorry,’ and the Katoey continued to scream until Peter put his face cl...ose to hers. Staring hard into her eyes, he bellowed in Thai, ‘Shut up whore! Before long you will regret you ever met me.’ Maybe it was the cruelty in his voice, maybe it was his Thai that made the Katoey stop her wailing threats. A puddle of urine formed at her feet. The Ghurkhas laughter was contemptuous. The RSM called to Peter from another room. ‘I. ‘Yeah,’ Mark responded. ‘My condo is on S.W. River Drive. How long do you think it will take to get there?’ Erin asked. ‘In the snow, it’ll probably take around an hour. Why?’ ‘Because I may explode if it takes any longer. You need to drive, baby.’ The trip to the Willamette River was surreal. Erin couldn’t take her eyes off of Mark. She memorized his face, the way his hands moved smoothly on the wheel and hand controls of the Element. Her eyes strayed to the well disguised but evident bulge at. Anderson said. She removed her fingers from the young housewife. "What's your answer slut? Are you going to be my bitch?" Oh God," Sara groaned. "Yes - yes ma'am." I'm going to test you. You have no idea how I'll test you." Yes ma'am. Please ma'am. I need to come. I need it bad." Sara's legs trembled. She ached with need. ". . .so bad."Mrs. Anderson rolled the young woman's clit around with the tip of her finger. "Hand me that bottle of mustard," she commanded.Sara picked up the bottle of. Blood and gore were everywhere. Around the edges of the theatre and up near the back row, a few people writhed and screamed in agony. The rest were simply bloody, unrecognizable mounds of torn, twitching flesh.Heart in his throat, Will stumbled down the aisle to the fourth row, hoping against hope that Stacy had had to go to the bathroom, or that she and Karen had gone to see what was taking him so long. His mind refused, despite the evidence of his eyes, to identify the two ravaged carcasses.