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."

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 five books that were just lying on

"Ask me

Jeremiah sat down and queried, "Do you

do you mean?" The lady kept on with

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

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

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 himself was still completely

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

Coming back, Jeremiah replied, "Uh, yeah, I've

have to meet up there next time," she sighed. "The fuzz around these parts is getting too heavy. I need this

meet up at my place." Jeremiah

lady stood above the young man and stared a pitiful frown down at him. "Look, I can tell that you're a real lonely guy. If it makes you feel any better,

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

a real cute kid." She shrugged her shoulders. "I can't imagine why you're having such a hard time finding a nice girl. Heck, if you need to, go see a shrink. Maybe he can figure you out." She