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Show house/' 392 He had stopped the car and leapt out silent as a cat. Now he had hold of my elbow, walking alongside me. "Whatsamatter, baby? Your car won't start?" I looked up at him. "How did you know?" Then it hit me. "What did you do to it?" My heart seemed to stick between beats as though processing shards and chunks of ice. He grinned. "Just a small problem. I'll fix it in the morning. If you'll let me drive you home." "You bastard. What did you do that for?" "I had to do something. You wouldn't go out with me." I shrugged. "There's other fish in the sea." I'm cool, I thought to myself. Look how cool. He doesn't know I'm afraid. "I'm not afraid. "I can't stop thinkin' about you. Just had to put my arm around you once more. See? That ain't so bad, is it? You gonna marry this creep you're goin' with?" I wondered if he heard my teeth grind. "I don't know. I guess it all depends...." I let my voice trail suggestively. "But you have a way of taking whatever you want. And I like to give things away." He grinned salaciously. "Yeh. But I'll be good. Let me show you. " He jerked his head at the car. I considered. It was clear that he would not let me go. I would be better off to go along with him. I believed I could control him now, playing cat-and-mouse with words, for I was not drunk and I was not feeling weak. The desire for vengeance pumped strength into my veins. I remembered when I was a child and Danny had told me that there was |