on a piece of good ass. I needed something good for a change. What else ya want to know?"
"If I thought you did …"
"Oh, shut up."
The sound of his voice in the tumult was so clear and definite, so full of pure scorn and rage, that Dusty stopped cold. He grabbed a pair of scissors and clutched them tightly. His face was contorted. "Don't tell me to shut up you no good son-of-a-bitch. Don't you ever tell me to shut up you damn cheap pimp," he shrieked with rage.
"Shut up," Bill yelled and threw his cigarette at Dusty.
There followed a shocking crash at Bill's feet. Looking down quickly, he saw a confusion of glass fragments and the cigarette butts bounding across the floor. Bill laughed loud. "I don't need an ashtray." He laughed again real loud and dodged a glistening object that shot past him. He coolly raised his eyes and with another loud laugh yelled, "Ya missed me ya wild tempered bitch." He laughed again. "I don't need a hair cut." Still grinning savagely he came toward Dusty like a wrestler meeting a better one. "Ya damn wild cat … but I like um wild … so I can tame em …"
There was a sound of tearing cloth. Dusty screamed and his long nails dug long bloody furrows down Bill's face. He only laughed louder and tightened his grip.
"Don't, God damn you … you're hurting my arm."
"Say ya love me … say it … come on … say it."
"Stop … you bastard."
"I said say it." He swung Dusty roughly to face him.
"Don't Bill … you know how I feel toward you …"
"Don't be so God-damn jealous … ain't you getting enough …"
"It's not that …"
"What is it … I've got enough for five women but I'm saving it just for you … you hear that … just you … you jealous bitch … some day I'm going to break your damn neck … come here …" His mouth came down in a hard, devouring kiss and as the room reeled about him, Dusty thought, he's no good … no good at all, but I don't care … I love him …
Through the closed windows, Paul could hear the rain still fall-
