"You can, but you'll find it won't do you any good."
He picked her up, looked about the room, saw something at the far end. The room, of course, was quite dark, but it looked like the edge of a roll of green carpeting. He carried her over to it, saw there were newspapers covering it partially. He kicked a few of the papers off the green carpeting, placed her down on the roll.
"There," he said, standing above her. "You want a bed. This roll of carpet will make a fine one. Nice and soft-but not too soft."
"John, please," she cried out. "Not here. Make me on the floor instead."
"What's wrong with this?" he said, grinning down at her.
She crawled off the carpet, got to her feet. "Let's go up to my room."
A strange feeling came over him. "Your room is locked," he said. "Your uncle is in i
