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　 Suddenly　her　eyes　rolled　up　in　her　head。　Her　mouth　opened。　He　could　barely　make　sense　of　the　words；　they　were　so　thick　with　feeling。　〃Again。〃　Her　pupils　had　almost　gone　from　sight。　〃Once。〃　He　lifted　the　Terror；　which　for　all　its　litheness；　its　lightness；　suddenly　felt　brutal　in　his　aching　hand。　Her　body　had　started　to　shake。　He　was　shaking　too；　now。　But　the　Terror　had　its　own　imperative。　Down　it　came　once　more。
　 She　let　out　a　cry　that　sounded　more　like　something　a　bird　would　utter　than　a　woman。　Then　her　limbs　lost　their　solidity；　and　her　legs　slipped　gracefully　off　the　sides　of　the　bath。　A　tiny　plume　of　crimson　tinted　the　water。
　 He　dropped　the　switch　and　retreated　to　the　door；　in　a　kind　of　childish　terror　at　what　he'd　done；　and　at　how　much　it　had　aroused　him。　Katya's　eyes　had　closed。　The　expression　on　her　face　was　one　of　childish　contentment；　an　infant　sleeping　in　the　arms　of　innocence。

　
　 He　slid　down　the　door…frame　into　a　squatting　position；　and　there…　exhausted　by　the　intensity　of　the　previous　minutes；　he　must　have　briefly　fallen　asleep；　because　when　he　opened　his　eyes　again　the　water　was　still　moving；　but　Katya　had　vacated　the　tub。　Vacated　the　bathroom　too；　in　fact。　He　didn't　have　to　get　up　to　find　her。　He　merely　had　to　swing　his　head　round；　to　see　that　she　was　sitting　on　the　edge　of　the　bed；　her　legs　open；　looking　at　her　reflection　in　the　long　oval　mirror。　The　expression　of　contentment　had　not　left　her　face；　but　now　there　was　a　little　smile　on　her　lips　too。
　 She　had　a　wide　repertoire　of　smiles；　he　thought；　or　at　least　it　seemed　he'd　seen　a　lot　in　the　short　time　they'd　known　one　another。　There　was　her　teasing　smile；　her　mischievous　smile；　her　dark　smile；　her　dry　smile。　This　one　had　a　little　of　everything　in　it。　She　knew　he　was　watching　her；　so　there　was　something　of　her　performance　smile　in　it。　But　it　certainly　wasn't　phony。　How　fake　could　someone　be　when　she'd　just　let　her　body　lead　her　into　such　extremes？　Surely　he　was　one　of　a　rare　order　of　men：　those　to　whom　she'd　given　herself　in　that　profound　way。　He　thought　of　the　tinted　blood　rising　up　between　her　legs；　and　felt　a　peculiar　mingling　of　retroactive　alarm　（what　had　he　been　doing；　risking　her　most　tender　anatomy　with　nothing　but　the　look　on　her　face　to　guide　him？）　and　exhilaration　that　they'd　e　through　it　together：　their　first　shared　insanity。　Whoever　she　was；　trespasser；　lunatic；　stalker；　star；　all　other　possible　definitions　paled　before　this：　she　was　the　woman　who　had　taught　him　how　insignificant　the　flesh　between　his　legs　was　when　it　came　to　the　pleasuring　of　certain　women。
　 〃e　here；〃　she　said。
　 He　pushed　himself　up　off　the　doorframe　and　went　over　to　her。　〃Let　me　see；〃　she　said；　unbuckling　his　pants。
　 〃I　came。。。〃
　 〃I　know。〃
　 His　trousers　were　massively　too　big；　which　was　the　way　he　liked　to　wear　them。　As　soon　as　his　belt　was　unbuckled；　they　fell　down。　He　was　afraid　his　dick　would　make　a　sorry　show　by　now；　shriveled　up　in　a　crinkled　skin　of　dried　semen。　But　no。　His　erection　had　been　so　furiously　hard　it　remained　quite　impressive；　even　though　it　was　sodden。　He　could　not　imagine　any　other　woman　with　whom　he'd　had　sex　taking　such　guileless　pleasure　in　the　perusal　of　his　quarter…hard　dick。　Nor　would　any　of　those　women　have　leaned　forward；　as　Katya　now　did；　and　kissed　it。
　 〃May　I　look　at　you？〃　he　said。
　 She　assumed　he　didn't　mean　her　face。　She　spread　her　legs。　He　hoisted　his　pants　back　tip　and　went　down　on　his　knees。
　 〃Does　it　hurt？〃　he　said。
　 〃Yes；〃　she　said。　She　put　her　hand　on　the　back　of　his　head；　gently　pressing　him　towards　her　body。　〃Look　inside　me；〃　she　said。　〃Don't　be　afraid。　You　did　it。　See　what　you　did？〃
　 He　could　see　without　opening　her　up。　Her　whole　pubic　region　was　puffy　and　inflamed。
　 〃Go　on；　look；〃　she　said。　〃Enjoy　what　you　did。〃
　 He　gently　parted　her　labia；　which　were　sticky　beneath　his　fingertips。　Not　blood；　not　sweat。　Just　the　natural　juices　of　an　aroused　body。
　 〃You　see？〃　she　said；　pressing　his　fingers　deeper　into　her。　She　was　like　a　furnace　in　there。　〃You've　got　thoughts　going　round　in　your　head　you　never　imagined　having。　Am　I　right？〃
　 He　replied　by　gently　scooping　her　juices　out　on　his　fingers　and　putting　them　deep　into　his　mouth。
　 〃You　want　to　lick　me　out？〃
　 He　shook　his　head。
　 〃I'm　afraid　I'd　draw　more　blood。〃
　 〃Maybe　I'd　like　that。〃
　 〃Give　me　time。〃
　 She　took　his　fingers　out　of　his　mouth　and　replaced　them　with　her　tongue。
　 〃You're　right；〃　she　said；　when　they'd　finished　kissing。　〃We've　got　all　the　time　in　the　world。〃
　 She　stood　up。　He　stayed　where　he　was；　at　her　feet；　still　not　quite　believing　they'd　e　so　far　so　fast。
　 〃It　isn't　a　dream；〃　she　said；　reading　his　doubts　as　she'd　read　so　many　other　thoughts　of　his　in　the　last　twenty…four　hours。　〃Sometimes　it　seems　that　way；　but　that's　just　the　Canyon。〃
　 He　held　onto　her　leg　for　a　moment；　kissing　the　inside　of　her　thigh。
　 〃We　were　going　to　walk；　remember？〃　she　said。
　 〃You　still　want　to？〃
　 〃Oh　yes。　I'd　love　to。　It's　a　perfect　night　for　introductions。〃　
　
　
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　 The　Canyon　had　once　been　a　kind　of　Eden　for　Zeffer；　its　bowers　had　been　places　of　fort；　an　escape　from　a　world　that　was　growing　too　tawdry　too　quickly　for　his　taste。　But　that　was　many；　many　years　ago。　Now　he　hated　his　sometime　paradise。　It　was　a　place　of　confinement　and　punishment；　a　lush　hell；　made　all　the　more　agonizing　because　he　knew　that　just　beyond　the　perimeters　his　mistress　Katya　had　set　were　streets　that　he'd　once　driven　around　like　a　lord。　The　passage　of　years　had　transformed　them；　of　course；　probably　out　of　all　recognition。　Seven　decades　was　a　long　time。　And　if　he　climbed　the　southern　flank　of　the　Canyon；　and　stood　on　the　ridge…which　was　on　the　very　limits　of　his　proscribed　domain…then　he　could　see　the　towers　of　what　looked　to　him　like　a　city　within　a　city；　where　in　his　day　there　had　been　little　more　than　a　dirt　road　and　some　sagebrush。　They　had　owned　land　down　there；　he　and　Katya；　once　upon　a　time。　Probably　the　lawyers　had　taken　their　profits　and　died　by　now。　But　then　he　couldn't　remember　signing　papers　over　to　any　other　authority；　so　it　was　just　possible　then　if　someone　was　to　question　who　owned　the　land　on　which　that　gleaming　city　stood；　the　paper　trail　would　lead　back　to　Katya　Lupescu　and　Willem　Matthias　Zeffer。
　 There　had　been　a　time　when　Katya　had　been　quite　acquisitive：　she'd　been　rich；　and　the　land　had　been　cheap；　so　she'd　had　him　buy　large　plots　of　it；　hundreds　of　acres　in　fact；　as　an　investment。　She'd　got　the　idea　from　Douglas　Fairbanks　and　Mary　Pickford；　who　had　also　made　large　purchases；　saying；　with　considerable　foresight；　that　as　long　as　there　was　a　hunger　for　people　to　be　distracted　from　their　unhappiness；　there　would　be　a　need　for　this　new　world　of　theirs；　this　Hollywoodland。　It　followed；　then；　that　the　ground　on　which　that　New　World　was　built　would　only　grow　in　value。
　 Many　times　Zeffer　had　been　tempted　to　leave　the　Canyon　and　venture　down　the　hill　to　discover　what　it　all　looked　like　now；　but　he　didn't　dare。　Katya　had　told　him　plainly　what　the　consequences　would　be　if　he　ever　tried　to　leave。　There　would　be　no　way　back　for　him。　She　would　see　to　it　that　he　was　torn　limb　from　limb　by　those　amongst　the　haunters　of　these　hills　who　were　loyal　to　her；　the　creatures　she　referred　to　as　los　ninos：　the　children。
　 He　didn't　doubt　that　she　would　enforce　the　edict。　She　knew　what　power　she　held；　and　how　to　keep　it。　His　death　would　be　a　fine　lesson　for　those　amongst　the　dans　here　who　were　less　than　loyal；　and　muttered　their　unrest　in　the　ears　of　coyotes；　and　plotted　the　undoing　of　their　mistress。　They　called　her　by　many　names；　in　many　languages；　being　men　and　women　who　had　e　from　all　over　the　world；　and　now；　in　this　strange　afterlife；　were　returning　to　the　tongue　they　knew　best。　To　some　she　was　La　Catin；　the　Bitch；　to　others　she　was　simply　the　Duchess　of　Sorrows。　But　none　of　these　name…callers　dared　confront　her。　Whatever　they　whispered；　whatever　they　plotted；　they　were　too　afraid　of　what　they　would　lose　if　they　went　up　against　her　and　failed　to　win　the　day。　Not　only　did　they　hope　for　her　clemency　at　some　time　in　the　future；　but　they　prayed　with　all　their　hearts　that　they'd　be　let　back　into　the　house；　so　that　they　could　once　more　venture　down　the　stairs　into　the　Devil's　Country；　where　they　had　once　tasted　something　that　was　in　their　blood　now　permanently　and　could　not　be　satisfied；　except　by　more　of　the　same。
　 He　understood　their　hunger。　He　shared　it。　And　if　she　would　let　him　back　into　the　house　then　all　the　agonies　of　this　half…life　of　his　would　be　erased；　all　pain　forgotten；　all　need　dispatched。　But　Willem　had　few　hopes　of　such　clemency。　Katya　was　crazy。　She　always　had　been；　of　course；　indeed　in　earlier　times　it　had　been　part　of　her　glamour。　Wasn't　that　part　of　what　had　made　her　so　incredible　to　watch　up　there　on　the　screen？　A　gleam　of　madness　always　lit　up　the　eyes　of　her　characters；　whatever　she　was　playing。　Her　innocents　were　crazy　with　their　sinlessness；　just　as　the　vamps　she　played　later　were　maddened　by　their　sin。　Of　all　the　names　that　she　was　called；　it　was　Cesar　Romero's　nickname　that　suited　her　best；　La　Puta　Enojada；　the　Mad　Bitch。　That　was　the　name　Zeffer　used　when　he　talked　about　her。　Kat