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224 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1988
"At least I'm rational. She thinks it's less fattening to mooch bites off us," Traveal explained to Nichols. "Women."
"They're not like you and me," Nichols agreed.
"They don't feel pain like we do." (pg. 12)
Dee rolled onto her back so that she was looking up at her hulking husband.
"You're not answering me," she said.
Traveal raised himself on his haunches, hanging his tumescent sex organ just above her mouth.
"Get that stupid thing out of my face," she said.
"Aw, come on, Dee."
"I'll slap it, I swear." (pg. 26)
Making love with her always made him feel like a great rutting ape. It was an image he enjoyed--he loved feeling as if he could crush her skull between his hands. (pg. 28)
"Her name was Marie Santoni, and her dad owned one of the biggest funeral homes in Lennox. I must have been about sixteen. She was fourteen, but real mature--you know, big tits. Anyway, her father used to keep this open coffin full of irises and gladioli in the display room downstairs. The whole place was wired for sound with a Muzak system. One night Marie and I chucked out all the flowers and got naked in the coffin together with the Muzak turned on. Just as I shot my wad, 'The Impossible Dream' came on." (pg. 182)