“I’m going to put my cock away,” Candy said with great clarity and deliberation. But I knew Candy would get to her bag before I could make it. I was getting cold. And to tell the truth, she didn’t give off the vibe of being electrified from the inside. It was no longer quite in the death grip I had put on it earlier. Please don’t let her be thinking about how she could use the sheets to cover up my body and all my blood after she stabbed me to death. Blood flowed back to the head, and my fingers ached less. I had been staring. She smiled. I swallowed and then coughed just a little. I started to clear my throat again, intending to answer her, but she beat me to it. I had been staring. Saunders took the thriller genre, blindfolded it, bent it over, and f*cked it hard.
