.....Beth was nearly nineteen; you could see from the half-knowing look that danced around her eyes as she smiled that she had recently passed boy-craziness into the realm of adulthood. She wasn't exactly pretty, at least not in the state in which she awoke, but after bolstering her confidence by applying the contents of thirteen little bottles to her face, hair, eyes, armpits, and stomach, she could hold her head high with a certain charming knowledge of her own attractiveness that was an attractiveness in itself. Still, a trace of adventurous ingenuousness lit her face, and added bounce to her youthful step.
.....She had met 'Gordy' at a nightclub a few hours ago, and he had given her a wonderful drug. What had he called it again? She didn't want to think about it. She had been brought up to mistrust drugs, but once she had determined to be adventurous on this rare Saturday night off from work, she had found herself drawn farther and farther into it, until she couldn't say no. Anyway, she told her self, I don't care; how could she, when everything smiled at her so reassuringly?
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Beside her, Gordy was thinking less disjointedly. Clearly Beth was sufficiently spaced out to keep her occupied for a while, he thought as he glanced at his watch, but at a certain point she would nonetheless start asking questions. No amount of preparation could cover all the bases. Usually when the questions came he had no good answers prepared, and had to think on his feet. But then, that was part of the thrill of the whole thing, the pause, the stutter that he could not prevent, and the wonderful glow when his lies were believed. He could not help but try to come up with excuses as they walked. It was entertaining, and they might come in handy someday. He hated it when it came to a serious physical confrontation. His hobby was an intellectual thrill. In any case, as they approached he was coming up with answers.
