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  1. DEDICATION
  2. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
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She realized only now that she’d been holding her breath, and she closed her eyes, breathing deeply, relaxing, as the car drove down the dirt road.

She let the curtain fall and stood there for a moment, holding on to the table for support, before finally retreating to the bedroom, climbing into bed, and snuggling under the safety of the sheets. Next to her, Doug’s body felt warm and strong and reassuring.

The night was completely silent now, even the crickets making no noise, and she lay awake for what seemed like an eternity before finally falling asleep.

She dreamed of the mailman.

He was delivering the mail, but instead of stopping at their mailbox, he pulled into the drive and parked next to the house. Through the window, she saw him getting out of the car. He was smiling. She ran through the house, into the bedroom, the bathroom, the loft, looking for Doug or even Billy, but she was all alone. The house was empty. She tried to escape through the back door, but it would not open. Behind her, she heard the mailman’s footsteps crossing the living room and then the kitchen. She ran into the bedroom, intending to shut the door and barricade it, but she discovered that there was no door.

The mailman stepped into the room, grinning hugely.

He was wearing no pants.

And then he was on her and in her, his unnaturally long penis hot and burning, like a curling iron or a soldering gun, and she could feel the cauterizing pain as he pumped away inside her. The agony of it caused her to scream—primally, uncontrollably—but she was aware with a sickening feeling of revulsion that there was pleasure mixed in with that horrible burning pain, that on some gross physical level a part of her body was enjoying this.

She awoke drenched in sweat, hair and pillow damp, and she cuddled close to Doug to push away the fear, holding him tightly. Outside, far away, she thought she heard the low smooth purring sound of the mailman’s car retreating into the forest.

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Doug was taking a shower when the water went off; he was washing his hair, the top of his head covered with shampoo lather, as the water disappeared in midspray. “Hey!” he yelled.

“Water’s off!” Tritia called from the kitchen.