CHAPTER FIVE
In the sexually frustrated state of mind he was in it did not matter to him which of the two women he met first. Either one would do. He bounded up the stairs, came to a stop in front of Mrs. Ainsworth's door. He tried it, found it locked. How could she have locked it? Did she have some way of crossing the room without attaching her artificial feet? She could have crawled, he thought. For that matter, perhaps she could walk, after a fashion.
Why am I thinking about this? he asked himself, and rapped loudly on the door. "Who is it?" she called. "John Deering. Let me in "
"No. Sorry. I can't open the door."
He cursed, walked away, went to his room, looked in. He had no idea of why he did this-there was no one in his room, of course. He wondered where Joanie's room was, began
