To the left, the soft glow of a huge TV screen outlines a recliner.Will shifts.The bedroom. Janelle is there -- alone. She's sleeping -- an exhausted,...dead sleep. She casts only the faintest shadows of subconscious, mere shimmers in Dream. But Will finds them and tugs.He gets only fleeting images.Randall Holden, looking huge and angry, charging across an open field, dipping slightly to deliver a bone-crunching hit that sends a man flying.A train wreck, ominous billowing smoke sprawling overhead. He already had his left arm around me and now he turned towards me laying me down towards the bed and at the same time kissing me gently on the lips. I was in heaven. This man was being gentle and sensual. However, at the same time he laid me down on the bed making it clear what was soon coming. I wrapped both my arms around his neck and compassionately threw myself into him. I was the first to use my tongue. I pushed it past the open mask and past his lips. At the same time his tongue began to. .. please don't..." she pleaded, pressing her buttocks down into the mattress in an effort to escape his torturous invasion between her legs.McShea sniggered, his ugly face twisted in a lewd grin as he watched his cohort's thick finger drubbing into the pink-fleshed hole in her sparse, blonde-covered loins. Christ, she was a sexy looking slut all right... the old man's private fuck, too... damn, he was really going to enjoy this one."You know what happens to people who cross the boss, don't. Things the others talk about, think about, plan to do with themselves all seem so immature, I guess. Or even stupid. Like John’s dying to ask this one girl if she’d go to the sock hop with him, but she always goes with this other guy and he doesn’t want to interfere. I found out yesterday that that guy was her cousin who was just going with her because no one ever asks her. It’s so stupid, it’s funny. I don’t understand why he doesn’t just ask her anyway. It just seems so stupid.”“That’s.