Cold fingers parted the downy hair below her navel; there was a pause, and then two cold fingers slipped inside her. Then the kid was firing, and he was good—better than anyone Jonas had ever seen in his life. That was the one thing he did know, and he knew it as well as he knew the face of his father: he wanted her. “Are ye daft, girl?” was all Aunt Cord asked her as Susan dumped her last pail of dirty rinse-water behind the kitchen.
When he stopped moving it and clasped it in his fist, her eyes closed. Robots and killer lights—razor-beams, such are called, because they’ll cut you clean in half if you run into them. Pink strength, he thought, and grinned. “Do you know, they may even move in a fair number of muties for us to look at, just so we’ll continue to believe the lies they’ve already told about the impurity of their stocklines.
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