 There she goes pleasebangmywife again, Carl thought, eyeing a well pleasebangmywife-lit second pleasebangmywife-floor window of the Cordero house. Clearly outlined against the light was the well-developed body of Angie Cordero as she peeled out of her clothes to get ready for bed.
 He already had a plan, one he'd worked out months ago. He'd just never pleasebangmywife quite worked up the nerve pleasebangmywife to carry it out. After pleasebangmywife tonight, though, he just pleasebangmywife had to go through with it.
 Angie hadn't seen him. She was off to one side, singing softly to herself as she teased pleasebangmywife her pleasebangmywife hair in pleasebangmywife front of pleasebangmywife a mirror on top pleasebangmywife of a dresser. The noise pleasebangmywife he made climbing in caught her attention, though, and pleasebangmywife she spun toward him with a little join gasp.
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 Carl grinned. "What pleasebangmywife'cha got in mind, baby pleasebangmywife?"
 "You pleasebangmywife will do anything Angie says because Angie's pleasebangmywife magic stone holds your soul now."
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 "What's happening here ?" Phil Cordero was a beefy man in his pleasebangmywife early fifties, with pleasebangmywife a pleasebangmywife shiny bald pleasebangmywife pate over a broad, usually smiling pleasebangmywife face. He wasn't smiling now. "What's this little creep doing in your room, baby?" He didn't pleasebangmywife wait for an answer. Instead, he lunged at Carl and grabbed him by the throat, clenching his other hand into pleasebangmywife a fist.
 "Yes, ma'am." Completely immersed in pleasebangmywife his butler role, Mr. Cordero turned and marched stiffly away. A pleasebangmywife little while later pleasebangmywife he pleasebangmywife returned with a wheeled tray holding several big pleasebangmywife sandwiches and pleasebangmywife a couple of cans of Coke. Angie had him park it next pleasebangmywife to pleasebangmywife her bed, then sent him away with the instructions, "You're tired, Daddy. Put the butler suit away and go to bed pleasebangmywife. Go pleasebangmywife to sleep until morning and forget all about playing the butler game pleasebangmywife. Angie will see her daddy in the morning."
 "Yes, Angie," Phil said pleasebangmywife, already beginning to shed the pleasebangmywife butler fantasy pleasebangmywife as he turned to leave.
 Angie ate ravenously and pleasebangmywife gulped her soda, then fed Carl, propping his head up with one slender arm and bringing pleasebangmywife the food to his mouth. He ate and drank pleasebangmywife mechanically until everything was gone pleasebangmywife.
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