The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

With one mighty thrust of the hips Jeremiah exploded inside his condom before having his white, female partner hurriedly slip out from underneath him without letting him get his last jerks in. The man could hardly catch his breath before he plunged his sweaty body down onto the bed. He was still shaking from head to toe while feeling the after effects of his 'surge.'

He happened to look over to see his partner behave as though nothing had taken place over the course of the past fifteen minutes. She was steadily puffing away on a cigarette while sitting perfectly naked and thin on the edge of the bed.

Coming down, Jeremiah pulled his condom off before sitting up on his side of the bed. For the longest of times there settled a lingering quiet between the two inside the compact motel room in which they found themselves inside. Jeremiah listened to the woman cough in between puffs as though it were her first time smoking at all.

"I sure hope this place has better hot water than the last motel we went to." The lady got up from off the bed and ventured into the nearby bathroom.

Appearing fairly surprised, Jeremiah asked, "You're heading out?"

The sound of water from the faucet could be heard. "Yep," she replied. "Gotta get back out there!"

"I see." The air in Jeremiah's lungs evaporated. "I was kinda thinking perhaps we could stop by The Clover and grab a bite to eat."

Cleansing herself at the sink, the lady replied, "You gotta understand, I'm still making up for a lackluster summer after those stupid animal attacks and the curfew. It put a hamper on my business."

placed in front of the one window inside the room. "I meant to ask you about that." He said as he picked up one of the

"Ask me

to the bed, Jeremiah sat down and queried, "Do you think that it's possible for a

do you mean?" The

something else?" He eagerly remarked. "If you really sit down and think about it, the attacks I mean, doesn't it seem odd that these things just show up out of nowhere and then just vanish? I mean, who's to say that their not still in this city, waiting for their next chance to strike? All these books that I got from the library seem to have one common

another from off the floor and putting them on her body. "But to be perfectly honest, I'm 48 years old. I'm putting myself through school

nerve possible. One by one, her bra, panties, jeans, blouse and high-heeled boots were

his side of the bed, the lady asked, "Hey, don't you have a place

back, Jeremiah replied, "Uh, yeah,

may have to meet up there next time," she sighed. "The fuzz

can meet up at my place." Jeremiah

The lady stood above the young man and stared a pitiful frown down at him. "Look, I can tell that you're a real

head down to his book, not reading the words, but rather trying not to

Heck, if you need to, go see a shrink. Maybe he can