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Life Partner [MultiFormat]
eBook by David J. Schow
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eBook Category: Horror
eBook Description: When JJ's argumentative boyfriend stays asleep long after a wild party has ended, she decides to keep the relationship going with him right where he is...
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Dark Voices 5 The Pan Book of Horror, ed. David Sutton & Stephen Jones, 1993
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2001
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [192 KB], eReader (PDB) [30 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [17 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [16 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [38 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [89 KB], hiebook (KML) [69 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [47 KB], iSilo (PDB) [14 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [18 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [46 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [27 KB]
Words: 4920
Reading time: 14-19 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
By dinnertime Walter still had not budged. Bags in hand, JJ had pushed open her front door and discovered the living room smelled the same as it had when she'd locked up, hours earlier. It was an actual scent of sameness, the olfactory presence of air undisturbed since her last passage through it. That had struck her as odd, until she remembered Walter. And there he slept on. She didn't try so hard to wake him up this time. Spitefully, she prepared dinner--for one--and pounded down three goblets of very good beaujolais while cooking. She left most of the food untouched, but by the time the alcohol was in mid-metabolic burn she felt quite randy and forgiving. It had become an amusing little game, a divertissement. Topless, stockings and skirt still on, nipples stroking his shins, she went down on him. He stayed erect until she finished him off. The meter of his breathing did not alter. She got mad, a matchead flaring aflame, and spat his own semen onto his bare chest. Then she stomped off to pour another glass of wine, to rinse her mouth, and watch TV, to rinse her mind. She fell asleep on the sofa, always a refuge of comfort for her. She forgot about Walter until morning.
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