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contained a lump that looked something like a football. He had absolutely no use of his
left arm and Elijah found the way he had to struggle to stand up quite comical. He
chuckled a little.
This was definitely the guy Elijah had seen on the street in front of their
apartment. They must have had some way of seeing Elijah coming so they could get him
out of there in time. For some reason, this infuriated Elijah even more. The fact Maya
didn t feel the need to be even more discrete about her affair. The fact neighbors had to
have seen this man come into the apartment, never at the same time as Elijah. Elijah
wondered if any of the neighbors had heard them fucking, heard the headboard beating
against the wall. Surely they must have.
Maya limped slowly to the door, bracing herself on whatever objects she could
find along the wall. Elijah didn t enjoy watching her as much. It had never really been his
intention to hurt Maya. When Elijah looked at the man he saw the man with the face like
a bruise. Not really, only symbolically. Just as the man with the face like a bruise had
somehow taken everyone he had loved away from him before, so this man had come
along two years later and done the same. But the man with a face like a bruise was only a
spirit, quite possibly a metaphysical hallucination, impossible to destroy. In this man,
Maya s nameless lover, Elijah had a very palpable target for his revenge. Elijah reached
out and jabbed the man s swollen shoulder with the end of the bat, watching the cords in
the man s neck draw tight as he stifled a wince.
They made their way down to the car, Elijah standing outside until he saw that
Maya and her lover were in their assigned positions. Still cautious, he slid into the back
seat, maintaining a firm grip on the baseball bat. After sitting down, vigilantly leaning
forward, there was an awkward pause in the rhythm.
Start the car, he barked at Maya.
I don t know if I can use the gas pedal, she said.
You don t need your leg to use it, just your foot. Now start the fucking car.
She did as she was told. Music from the Birthday Party filled the car, Nick Cave s
hooting and barking, along with the churning and screeching of the guitar, matching what
Elijah felt in his head. Maya s hand instinctively reached out to turn the volume down
until she thought better of it. Elijah realized he was still in control of the situation.
The storm had now passed completely and the late afternoon was sparkling and
humid.
Roll down your window! Elijah shouted over the music.
Maya rolled down the window.
She pulled away from the curb and started down the road, where Main Street
turned into the Pike. From there they would hit Keifer and be just about where Elijah
needed them to be.
Elijah sat in the back seat, studying them the tense musculature of their necks,
the way their shoulders seemed all drawn up. He basked in it. He basked in what he had
planned, never once thinking anything would stop it from going off.
But he didn t want to end anything without getting some answers first. Eileen and
Cynthia had taken the open book with them, leaving Elijah to write up his own
conclusions and close the book. It was something he didn t ever think he would be
capable of doing. Of course, with their situation he had no control over it. He had simply
decided it was the man with the face like a bruise and had spent the next two years of his
life searching that man out. He wasn t going to let that happen again. He had the man
with the face like a bruise right here in front of him and he wasn t going to let him get
away.
Elijah slid the bat in between the two front seats and started ramming the stereo
violently until it cracked, splintered, and the music went away.
So, Maya, you never properly introduced me to loverboy here. I mean, in a
round about way, I guess we were quite intimate but, shucks, I don t even know his
name.
Hunter, she said.
Last name?
Green.
Hunter Green? Sounds like a fucking golf course. So, Maya, how old a man is
Hunter?
Twenty-three.
Oh. Robbing the cradle a bit? Well, that s all fine, I guess I m pretty much past
my prime anyway. By the way, how big is Hunter s cock, Maya?
She was silent.
Elijah quickly flicked the barrel of the bat to his right, smacking Hunter on the
side of the head, just hard enough to stun him and make a satisfying sound.
I never measured.
But surely you have an idea. Erect? What, both hands plus the head? Then some,
maybe&
Nine inches.
Hunter, does Maya give good head? I mean, is it up to your standards? I always
found it pretty good, except that she could never really go all the way with it. You know,
she could never get it all the way in without gagging.
Hunter stared dazedly ahead. She s good, he said through clenched teeth.
That s pretty vague there, Hunter. I mean, if you re nine inches then you have
something on me so I know she wasn t able to get it all the way in.
She tried.
Well, sometimes that s the best you can ask for, I guess. Did you like the taste of
her pussy? I ask this because I noticed you kind of feasting on it when I came home
today.
Yes.
On a scale of one to ten?
Eight.
Have you tasted a lot of pussy?
A few.
So have you ever tasted a ten?
Yes.
Who was she?
Lorna Brett. My sophomore year.
So you like the young pussy?
I guess.
Maya, did you let him fuck you in the ass? Did you fuck her in the ass, Hunter?
Once.
How was it?
Good.
Not great?
It was good.
She never let me fuck her in the ass. Not that I really tried all that much but
variety s the spice of life, you know. It would have been something different, in between
all those affairs with girls from the office. Right, Maya?
I m sorry. She was crying, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Doesn t feel good to have your life, your secret life all exposed like this, does it?
I mean, my secret life, hell, it only involved me but yours was a little, I don t know,
destructive maybe. Is that the right word for it?
No one answered Elijah, there were a few seconds of silence, the car flapping
along the ill-maintained road.
So, did you ever come in her face, Hunter? Elijah quickly pointed off to his
right and said, You re about to miss the turn, hon. Maya whipped the car onto Salton
Lane. Elijah lost his balance momentarily but quickly found it again. Because, you
know, I always kind of wanted to but I could never really muster up the courage to ask
her. I guess it s just one of those things you either have to be asked to do or you just gotta
do at the spur of the moment. So, what about it, Hunt?
No.
Same reasons? I mean, you wanted to, right? When she s having an orgasm, you
can t look at those perfect little lips and not have the thought of coming onto them cross
your mind.
Yes, I wanted to.
Okay, slow down a little bit. Stop at this bend.
But she didn t stop at the bend. She didn t even make it to the bend. Just before
the road broke swiftly to the left, Maya cut the wheel to her right and the car rolled off the
road and into a ditch. She wasn t going very fast and there wasn t really any damage, but
everyone in the car was thrown around.
Elijah could tell what her intention was. Her intention was to wreck the car in
such a way that he would not be able to open his door. Instead, all the doors were free to
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