Sex and Violence in Hollywood (68 page)

Adam could not stop laughing.

Alyssa gagged on her laughter, coughed harshly.

Adam could not stop laughing.

Alyssa rolled on top of Adam and swallowed his laughter with a deep kiss. That made Alyssa laugh harder. She closed her hand over the erection in his jeans, pawed at the buttons, released it. Reached inside and found his cock, tugged it out, and stroked it with her bloody fist.

Every movement created moist smacking sounds. Every slap of any surface created a small splash.

Alyssa straddled Adam and ground against him. When she saw that her mother’s breast had come off in Adam’s hand, and that he still held it tightly in a fist, she started laughing again.

“You horndog!” she squealed, rocking back and forth on him.

The realization that he held a meat cleaver in one hand and a torn-off breast in the other set Adam off again. As he laughed hysterically, he thought, Carter should be here to see this! Shit, he would love this!

They should be doing something, he knew that. Going, they should be going somewhere. But where? What was the point? They were young and insane, and loved rubbing their bodies together, and they could not stop laughing.

They did not hear the footsteps storming through the house until they were just outside in the hall. A woman screamed and the kitchen filled with male and female voices. Bright lights, a rumble of footsteps on the wood floor. Voices speaking over voices.

“Oh, Jesus Christ, a ritual killing?”

“Looks ritualistic to me.”

“Somebody better call the police.”

“In a minute, in a minute.”

Another scream, this time from a man, who turned and ran out.

“This is a slaughterhouse.”

“Yeah, it’ll keep that fuckin’ Geraldo on the air another two or three years.”

“You got a problem with that?” Geraldo said.

“Oh, hey, uh, sorry, Geraldo, I didn’t know you were here.”

The press had arrived sooner than Adam had anticipated.

Over his shoulder, Geraldo shouted again, “Would you bring that fucking light in here!”

“Well, this should push a whole boxful of envelopes.”

“Bring that camera right over here.”

“Do you think he lied about everything? Through the whole trial?”

“Anybody got any breath mints?”

And Adam, meat cleaver in one hand and severed breast in the other, suddenly could not stop screaming.