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screen went dark.
        'Is Schreck first?' asked a girl behind Pete.
        'It's after the feature,' a boy whispered. ' Heads, You Lose first, then Schreck , then Nightcrawlers .'
        'Three?'
        ' Schreck 's a short. Ten, fifteen minutes. Just wait, though. It'll be fabulous.'
        The first movie started. Brit tossed her hot dog wrapper to the floor, grinned at Pete, and squeezed his thigh.
        

CHAPTER THREE
        
        Taking Dal's hand, Elizabeth led him down the hallway to a bedroom. She pushed the door shut.
        The room was dark except for lights from the pool in back.
        'Isn't it lovely?' she said. 'We'll go swimming later, if you like.'
        He watched her walk across the carpet and open the sliding glass door. A breeze entered the room, stirring her gown. The lights from the pool passed through it, making the material nearly transparent. Breathless, Dal gazed at the dark, slender shape of her legs and buttocks.
        'You're beautiful,' he whispered.
        She looked over her shoulder, turning slightly, her breasts visible through the veil of fabric. 'Come here,' she said.
        He stepped toward her.
        She turned to him. 'Don't move,' she said. Slowly, her fingers opened the buttons of his shirt. Her hands slipped inside, and lightly caressed his chest.
        She drew the shirt off him. Her mouth brushed his chest, kissing, licking his nipples, as her hands unfastened his pants. When they were loose, she reached inside.
        Dal moaned at the cool touch.
        'You're so big.' Elizabeth murmured. 'So big and hard.' She knelt, sliding the pants down his legs. Her tongue stroked the underside of his shaft. Its touch nearly set him off.
        He stepped back.
        'What's wrong?'
        'Nothing,' he gasped. 'Nothing. It's just… too much. I don't want to… not so fast.'
        'There'll be more,' she said. Reaching out, she clutched his buttocks. She pulled him forward, and licked, and sucked him deeply into her mouth.
        
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        Connie, alone in her apartment, felt restless. After bathing, she washed her hair and put it in curlers. That took little more than an hour.
        She heated up coffee, carried it into the living-room, and tried to read. Though her eyes moved over the words, her mind kept wandering.
        To Dal.
        She felt cheated, being left alone this way. Especially on a Friday night.
        Ever since high school, Friday nights had been a time for dating and fun, a time for football games, dances in the gym, parties, bowling, movies, or just bumming around with her friends on the lookout for a good time. Friday nights brought a terrible urgency for freedom after a week of confinement, a need to get out and do something.
         Here I am, she thought.
         Alone, at home, hair in curlers-stuck here on Friday night with nothing to do but bemoan my outcast fate.
        She would never allow Sandra Dane such a miserable situation. Sandra Dane, the beautiful raven-haired mistress of White Oak plantation, wouldn't sit here grumbling. She'd rush out to the stables, and mount her stallion, and ride wildly through the moonlit countryside, the wind in her face.
        She wouldn't go out in curlers, though.
        Connie got up from the couch. Taking off her robe, she went into the bedroom.
         Where'll I go? she wondered. Since I don't have a stallion…
         A nice, long walk.
        She opened a dresser drawer, and pulled out her blue warm-up suit.
        Seven-Eleven's open all night.
        She stepped into her pants. They felt soft and snug.
         It's pretty far away, she thought, but right on Pico. A heavily travelled boulevard like Pico shouldn't be very dangerous, even at night.
        She put on the jacket of her warm-up suit, zipped it halfway up, and regarded herself in the mirror.
         That's how Sandra Dane would wear it, she