“For God’s sake, Al,” I said. “Let go my—”
“Shut up! Do you know how it is. Can you imagine how it is? She’s up here, see? Right on this damn couch. And she’s moaning and sweating and crying sort of, and all at once she starts biting you on the face and digging her fingernails in your shoulders and saying, ‘Marty, Marty—Marty!’ It’s me, see, but all the time she’s pretending it’s you, and wishing it was you. You think that made me feel good? You think that didn’t make me feel like killing you, you son of a b***h?”
imagineI couldn’t even breathe. My lungs were all up in my throat. I tried to jab at him with my free elbow, and he jerked my other arm up so hard the pain almost took the top of my head off.
“You know what I’m going to do?” he said. “I’m going to fix you so you can’t ever put
