Pulsing with raw sexual desire and seething with self-contempt she rushed from the house. 'And what's the big fuss?' she asked herself. 'You were afra...id you were going to lose your husband? You did what had to be done, didn't you?' Sinking to her knees before a rich-blooming rose, she inhaled its sweetness. "Oh, God!" 'Did I? How can the things I've done possibly give me the happiness of a secure home? And yet Art wants physical woman! He's got to have someone who goes wild with sex hunger with. “Let’s do doggy” She wriggled and Adrian watched her. He sat up on his elbows, the curly hair on his head now caked in sand; his green eyes almost closed in desire. She dropped her hands into the silt and prepared her lithe body. Adrian stared at the peach of her sex, glistening with pussy juice. Whenever he moved, dark sand followed. Now it stuck to his leg hairs. He was oblivious, seeing nothing beyond the fine, pink snatch opened to him, her sweet, puckered pussy weeping for his aching. " What did he mean by that?" He didn't say. He left me alone at that point to get myself ready."Timothy stopped speaking. He looked down at his bed clothes. His browsknitted together. His hands clenched into fists."What did you do?" I asked softly."Nothing," he said. Again, silence."It didn't sound like nothing from my bedroom," I said."You heard me?" he asked, at once surprised and frightened."The people at the hospital said you went in and out of coma severaltimes. They said you screamed out. There was no answer and the two older boys looked at each other. They saw the strange horse at the hitching rail and knew things weren’t right.“Larry, you in there?” Bud Parkins yelled.Earl looked up and down the empty street, then across to the store. He saw the men peeping around the doorway.“You men seen anything of Joe and Larry?”“Nope, ain’t seen nothin.”“Who’s this horse belong to and where’d that saddle come from?”“Don’t know, Earl.”“You ain’t gonna get a damn thing from them bastards..