Her groping hands melt throughmine. In fact, I don't know how Iever got along without one. And if I just stood here, BabySnooks and I were apt to end up as toothpaste between the two vehicles. After a few seconds of ithe reached out and touched the lump on the back of my head.
And yes-once you got past the slopped-together look of her,she was most extraordinarily pretty. Itmade me think of that silly old song about how someone left the cake outin the rain. It was as if I had discovereda vampire inside me, a creature with no interest in what it thought ofas talk-show conscience and op-ed page morality. Ben Tarbel told the boys he was sorry but they'd have to stay there for the present, and that he was trying
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