Then he was going to tape the whole thing and sell it to perverts on the Internet. She rolled off the bed (she meant to stand, but her knees were too shaky), scrambled across the floor, pulled herself up using the doorframe, ran to the living room window (open, although there were bars on it), and screamed as loud as she could:
“HELP!”
A noise behind her. Porn Oh God, oh God, what’s happening, she thought? “That’s why you’re sleeping on the couch if you come over tonight.”
“Somebody messed with our Ouija board last night. I guess we’ll just have to try to be as scary as we can. “That was…”
Liberating was the word she was thinking of, but she didn’t say it. The lightheadedness was coming on. She slid her mouth over and down him again, bobbing her head and letting her tongue dribble all along the underside. One by one, the other guests floated off to their own apartments, and John’s roommate retired with his date.
