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what it meant to survive the bite of a werewolf.
    Marcia handed him the steaming cup. Roy inhaled deeply. The heady aroma made his eyes tear.
    “Drink it down,” she said softly.
    Holding the cup in both hands, he drank the tea and felt the heat of it hit his stomach and radiate throughout his body. There was a soft singing in his ears.
    Marcia rested her hand on his bare leg, letting her fingers curl down across his inner thigh. “I have a surprise for you.”
    “Really?” he said, smiling.
    Her lips curved. “In a little while, but first I have something to tell you.”
    “Yes?”
    “We are leaving here.”
    “I know. As soon as you are ready to travel.”
    “I am ready now. We are leaving today.”
    He frowned. “So soon?”
    “Soon? I have waited three years. I am as well now as I will ever be.”
    “But there are arrangements to make - transportation - a place to stay- - “
    “The arrangements are taken care of,” Marcia said. “I have reservations for us on a flight to Seattle out of San Francisco this evening. There will be a room there waiting for us, not far from where your Karyn now lives.”
    Roy propped himself up on an elbow. “You did all this without talking to me about it?”
    Her fingers moved again on his thigh, slid up between his legs. “I know you aren’t interested in tiresome details.”
    “Just the same, you could have told me.”
    Marcia guided the cup of tea to his lips, and he drank. “You’re not having doubts about what we have to do?”
    “No. Only - “
    The long supple fingers worked on him. “Don’t feel sorry for your Karyn. Remember, she was no wife to you, yet she gave herself freely to your supposed friend. Now she shares the bed of this man Richter. She has crippled me and cuckolded you. Now it is our turn.”
    Roy drank more of the powerful tea. Visions flashed through his mind of Karyn’s slim, naked body convulsed with passion as some faceless man pounded into her.
    “Yes,” he whispered. “Our turn.”
    Marcia took the empty cup from his hand and placed it on the floor. She stood up and slipped the silky garment she was wearing off over her head. She let it fall to the floor and stood with her strong brown legs slightly apart, letting him eat her with his eyes. She came toward him slowly, her breasts swaying with each step.
    Roy started to rise from the bed to meet her. She laid a hand on his shoulder and eased him back down. He lay back obediently, watching her. She moved his legs apart and knelt between them. Her head dipped forward and her hair brushed his thighs as her lips closed around him.
    She made it last a full hour. Then, as they lay together and Roy dozed, voices outside the trailer roused them. Loud voices. Marcia pulled gently away from him and stood up, throwing a light robe over her shoulders. Roy, now fully awake, got up too. They went over and stood at the small window.
    Marcia eased the green curtain aside enough for them to look out.
    Outside, Ignacio, the leader of the gypsies, stood talking to a large, red-faced man. Sniffing nervously about their feet was a shaggy white dog.
    “None of the people here would do a thing like that,” Ignacio was saying. “I know them.”
    “Don’t give me that crap,” said the red-faced man. “There was a trail of blood from the spot where the calf was killed, leading right into your camp. People told me I was makin’ a mistake letting gypsies stay on my property, but like a damn fool I didn’t listen to ‘em.”
    Ignacio’s eyes flicked over toward the trailer where Roy and Marcia watched from behind the curtain. They glanced at each other, then returned their attention to the two men outside.
    “I will ask among the people,” Ignacio said. “If I find anyone here is responsible for this, he will be punished. Be sure of that.”
    “That calf was worth plenty,” the farmer said.
    “You can take the money the calf is worth out of the wages you pay us for working in your fields,”