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."

the room. "I meant to ask you about that." He said as he picked up one of the five books that were just lying on

"Ask

down and queried, "Do you think that it's possible for a person to...I

do you mean?" The lady kept on with

just vanish? I mean, who's to say

John I've probably ever had." She said as she began picking up one article of clothing after 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 to get a degree

was still in the thralls of catching the breath that had eluded him moments ago. The lady's direct approach cut right through him like the dullest knife, shredding every nerve possible. One by one, her bra, panties, jeans, blouse and high-heeled boots were all put on in such a rush that it seemed as if she wasn't there at all to begin with. Jeremiah

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

back, Jeremiah replied, "Uh, yeah,

"Good, because we may have to meet up there next time," she sighed. "The fuzz around these parts is getting too heavy. I need this gig at least

"Yeah, sure, we can meet up at my

can tell that you're

couldn't connect with hers, he just kept his head down to his book,

shrink. Maybe he can figure you out." She said before turning and swiping a handful of dollar bills from off the dresser and gracefully flying out the door. "Call me!" She