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The one small reading light above and to the left of them inset into the cab gleamed down onto her marble flesh. She looked as bright to him as a sunny beach resort billboard caught in the glare of headlights.
    He kneeled between her upraised knees. His hands clenched and unclenched. To mold and manipulate that perfect skin. That's what drove through his mind. To make her want him as much as he wanted her. To make her cry out and plead with him never to stop, never to release her.
    . "Go ahead," she whispered. "Don't hold back. Don't think about it. Make love to me, I want it, Bastine, I've saved myself for it, I really have."
    He didn't know what she meant. She was not a "saved" kind of woman. Not a virgin by any means. Not inexperienced.
    Suddenly he lowered himself and the warmth of her thighs embraced his hips like clamps and then fury came, possessing him, robbing him of all sense. She wept silently in climax, and then again, her tears rolling past tightly closed black lashes. She begged, but not for him to stop. She prayed for more, More, Bastine, until exhausted, he fell across her sweat-drenched body. She cursed and said, "You're not done, I'm not finished, I require this just once more, you can try. Once more."
    "I'm sorry," he said, panting and trying to still his breath.
    "Use your hand," she whispered into his ear. "You must do it. With. Your. Hand."
    Bastine roused himself throughout the night to take her brutally and then fell dead each time into mindless sleep, something akin to unconsciousness. Each time he woke to her proddings and began again until morning came when they both collapsed into sleep as still as corpses in the dark coffin of the sleeper.
    The next morning Bastine, more fatigued than ever before in his life, eyes gritty as ground glass, body weak and bruised-feeling, wanted only to be rid of Shaw. She might protest. She had been special, they both knew that, but this was the part he truly loved the most, his leaving. He planned to unhitch his load and drive into Tallulah for a movie.
    "Shaw, baby, what do I owe you?" He was dressed and had his wallet out. Shaw still lay in the bunk, naked, glowing, sleepy-eyed.
    "I told you. Nothing. My treat."
    Man, she must have really liked it. "Fine. Then how 'bout I buy you breakfast before you go."
    "Hmmmmm." She stretched and sat up, her breasts bobbing like frosted apples. There were blue marks that tracked her arms where he'd held her down. He was sorry about that. "Where am I going?"
    Bastine turned slowly in the truck seat. "Well. . . uh . .. wherever you go to, I guess. Home. On down the road. Wherever."
    "I'm not going anywhere." She gave him the smile, the one that had so fascinated him when they first met.
    "But you have to."
    "Why?"
    "Well, I sure as hell can't take you with me. I drive all the time. I don't even have a house! I live in this truck. I can't take you with me." She had him repeating himself. It wasn't like she was stupid. What was wrong with her thinking he'd want her along permanently? That wasn't in the game plan. He hated explaining these things to women. She didn't seem bothered that he wanted her gone because she wasn't going. This wasn't how it was played.
    "I'm yours now, Bastine. I belong to you. The thing is, it's always been meant for us to be together."
    "Hey, wait a minute, wait one goddamn minute. What kind of horseshit is this? I don't own nobody. I don't want to own nobody. You don't belong to me, okay? I'm perfectly willing to give you a couple hundred to help you out, but no way do you go with me. I don't have meaningful relationships and all that silly yuppie shit. This was just a one-night stand, you understand? Shaw?"
    She was dressing, pretending to ignore him.
    "Shaw? Did you hear what I said? You can't go."
    "I can't go, you can't go," she said conversationally. She pulled on black suede slippers and crawled into the passenger seat. She looked at him and there wasn't a trace of humor on her face now. "I'm yours,