"Just what you asked for, isnt it? As he bent over Paul could see the slit in his brown uniform shirt where the first blow had gone home.
"This was a no-brakes chapter. Enough so he had gone into what she called respiratory depression at least once. The wagon was reversing down the driveway before he got his door all the way closed. He had looked tired, not very well himself; nor was this surprising in a man who claimed to have shaken hands with Wellington — the Iron Duke himself — when he (Shinebone, not Wellington) had been a boy.
She was standing there in the shadows as if she had never been away, wearing one of her woolly skirts and frumpy sweaters; he saw the needle in her hand and understood it hadnt been a sting but an injection. Get off my land or youre DEAD!
"the unseen voice shrieked, and he thought I will, anything, please just dont do that anymore, dont infect me anymore, and he tried, but before he could really get started her lips were clamped over his again, lips as dry and dead as strips of salted leather, and she raped him full of her air again. "Reluctantly, Hezekiah allowed the gosha to subside to the end of its leather string like a slowing pendulum.