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many times, kissed it lightly
several times, flicked out her tongue to dab its head with
the tip while she held it at the root. Then she walked
around the leg of the Y and between the legs and began
to suck on his penis energetically.
    At this point, a tinny piano, like those played in the
old-time bars or in the silent movie theaters, began
Dvorak's humoresque. The camera shifted to a position
above Colben's face; his eyes were closed and he was
looking ecstatic, that is, stupidly happy.
    For the first time, the woman spoke.
    "Tell me just before you're ready to come, darling.
Maybe thirty or so seconds before, yes? I have a beauti-
ful surprise for you. Something new."
    The voice had been printed and run off by the police
on an oscilloscope and studied. But distortions had been
introduced into it. That was why the voice sounded so
hollow and wavery.
    "Go slower, baby," Colben said. "Take it easy, put it
off like you did the last time. That was the greatest
orgasm I ever had in my life. You're going a little too
fast now. And don't stick your finger up my ass like you
did then. You cut my piles."
    The first time the scene had been shown, some of the
cops had snickered. Nobody snickered now. There was
    an unheard but easily felt shift in the audience now.
The smoke seemed to get hard and brittle; the green
milk in the light beam became more sour. The Commis-
sioner sucked in air so hard a rattle sounded in his throat
and then he began coughing.
    The piano was playing The William Tell Overture now. The tinny music was so incongruous, and yet it was
the incongruity that made it seem so horrible.
    The woman raised her head and said, "You about
ready to come, mon petit?"
    Colben breathed, "Oh, Jesus, just about!"
    The woman looked into the camera and smiled. The
flesh seemed to fade away, the bones beneath were
faintly glowing and cloudy. Then the flesh was cloudy;
the skull was hard and bright. And then the skull faded
and flesh fell back into place.
    She leered into the camera and put her head down
again, but this time she went past the corner of the Y
and squatted down below the table, where the camera
followed her. There was a small shelf fixed to one leg of
the table. She picked up something off it; the light bright-
ened, the camera moved in nearer.
    She held a pair of false teeth. They looked as if they
were made of iron; the teeth were sharp as a razor and
pointed like a tiger's.
    She smiled and put the iron teeth on the shelf and
used both hands to remove her own teeth. She looked
thirty years older. She placed the white teeth on the shelf
and then inserted the iron teeth into her mouth. She
held the edge of her forefinger between the two teeth and
bit gently down. Then she removed the finger and held
it so that the camera could zero in on it. Bright red blood
was welling out from the bite.
    She stood up and wiped the cut on the fat glans of
Colben's penis and she bent over and licked the blood off.
Colben groaned and said, "Oh, God, I'm going to come!"
    Her mouth went around the head and she sucked in
loudly. Colben began to jerk and to groan. The camera
showed his face for a second before it moved back to a
position alongside the woman's.
    She raised her head quickly. The penis was jerking and
spurting the thick oily whitish fluid. She opened her
mouth widely, bent down swiftly, and bit. The muscles
    along her jaw lumped; her neck muscles became cords.
Colben screamed.
    She whipped her head back and forth and bit again
and again. Blood ran down from her mouth and reddened
the pubic hairs.
    The camera moved away from her to show the draper-
ies through which she had entered. There was a flourish
of trumpets. A cannon boomed in the distance. The piano
played Tschaikovsky's 1812 Overture.
    Trumpets sounded again as the music faded. The
draperies shot open, propelled by two stiff arms. A man
stepped inside and posed for a moment, his right arm
raised so that his black cloak half-hid his face. His hair
was black and shiny as