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you about his porno? He gets them from the department, confiscated or something, brings them home for us to watch. Or him to watch. I just lie there under him fighting for air. Gives him a thrill.”
     
    “He screws you while watching porn? Wow, romantic.”
     
    “While regaling me with all the gory details of our serial killer’s latest exploits. The bloodier the better. Twisted fuck. Have you really been gone three months? I’ve missed you.”
     
    “Anything left to drink?”
     
    “Sorry, I’ve been a pig. Was it a big quake do you think?”
     
    Glenda strained impatient pupils, tried to make out the vague form swimming before her, the ghostly hulk that must be the Sanford’s tub. “Felt like it. What’s this about an affair?”
     
    “How’s that?”
     
    “You are drunk. You said something about an affair on my way in here.”
     
    “I’ve been fucking like a Trooper, Glennie.”
     
    Glenda started in blackness, unused to gentle, retiring little Karen Sanford using the F word with such casual aplomb, drunk or no. “For real? Who?”
     
    “Haven’t the slightest idea.”
     
    “What? You’re fading, kid.”
     
    “I don’t know his name!”
     
    “You don’t know his name. You’re having an affair with someone and you don’t know his name?”
     
    “Like Last Tango. Remember, with Brando?”
     
    “What do you know about him?”
     
    “Well, let’s see…I know every inch of his more than considerable cock, for one. You were right, I should have cheated on Ed years ago.”
     
    Something about it. The eerie ring of little girl voice against harsh tile? Something. Glenda fought down a distant chill. Craned about in darkness. When would they have the damn lights back on? “--And how did you meet this mysterious superstud?”
     
    “You wouldn’t believe…you truly would not…”
     
    “Hello? Fading again! Don’t go to sleep on me and drown. I’ll be Lamb and Rector’s new CEO with a drowned best friend, consider my resume.”
     
    “I won’t drown. I won’t go that way. Ah, me. Where to begin…?”
     
    Glenda heard the liquid rustle of bath water.
     
    “…well, Ed, I guess. Fat, sloppy, cop-husband Ed and his disgusting porno vids. I think his favorite title was Anal Antics. Every night the same thing…same thing…”
     
    “You’re drifting, stay awake.”
     
    “…same thing. He comes in half tight, we eat dinner, he hauls out those big steel manacles, cuffs me to the four-poster, puts on his tapes and slaps it to me. Same time, same station, same position. Big gut, little pecker, that’s my Ed. Gotta love ‘im.”
     
    “He screws you while watching porno.”
     
    “And gives me all the latest lab report updates courtesy of our local lady killer. Have you heard about our killer, or did I already ask?”
     
    “It’s in the Frisco papers too. Are you very scared, honey?” Glenda twitched around at invisible shapes, swallowed thickly. “I’d be terrified. I wish the goddamn electric would come back on…”
     
    “I wasn’t, in the beginning. Scared, I mean. Mostly just disgusted. He cuts their nipples off, you know. Oh yes, Eddie tells me all about it. Cuts their titties and comes in their hair. Me, I’d have preferred flowers.”
     
    “All right, all right! About the affair!”
     
    “The affair, yes. I met him at the mall.”
     
    “Karen, no.”
     
    “I know, classy huh, but Glennie, you should have seen him. Forget those TV hunks, this guy…this guy…”
     
    “Trailing again…”
     
    “Sorry.”
     
    “How much did you drink?”
     
    “Plaid shirts. He always wore these plaid shirts. Like a lumberjack. Lumberjack…with a big, lovely…axe…”
     
    “Oh, you’re gone , you are.”
     
    “I’m sitting there at Olga’s Kitchen sipping my mango iced tea, minding my iced tea business, and I look up and there’s Mr. Dream Pecs staring at me.”
     
    “’Staring’?”
     
    “At me. Not the other chicks. Me. And you know me,