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Claudia, I have to catch the bus to

Boston.

I'll miss you, Claudia.

I'll call you as soon as I get

there.

♪♪♪ Getting back

from Boston, Claudia?

Not for...

When he wrote that book about weapons, every

convention in the country was after him.

How do you know he won't be fooling

around with girls?

Are you kidding?

He doesn't have anything to fool around with.

What are those weapons?

A rubber bag.

What happened?

You were hit by a car and hurt

very badly.

But you'll be all right.

I can't move.

You're going to be all right.

You were hit by a car and hurt

very badly.

Your legs will be paralyzed for a while,

but it looks as if it won't last

too long.

You've lost one of your eyes.

I'm terribly sorry.

Can I have your name?

Linda.

No.

No one.

I have none.

Strip any girl naked and you will find

a filthy slut like you.

Bare breasts and a bare stomach waiting for

a man's caresses, waiting to be squeezed and

kissed until they heave in ecstasy.

All that is their thighs he can eat

until it

is swallowed up.

And then just as the heat of his

now insane love is ready to burst upon

her, she cuts his love in two, castrating

his will, subjecting him to her desires, making

him a crying, bleeding slave who cannot move

unless she bids him move.

She holds herself in her hands.

They look at them, breasts swollen

with the sweet milk of love, ready to

be drunk, comforting from the tender nipple, even

self-gratification, ready to poison the innocent man

who seeks suck.

They see their own thighs slowly open and

just as slowly close, beckoning to every man

to come and find within, comfort and rest,

fulfillment of his desirousness of love itself, a

hot fire that will sear his wounded soul.

And so he approaches those escaped,

trapped in the sexual vortex of the female

being.

It is to destroy her and all who

act like her, to take the girl who

strips herself naked in public and kill her

naked in public, to lay the prostitute back

upon her pillows and as she opens to

you, strangle the filthy beast so that those

gates of flesh, the first

shall receive a rose to symbolize the innocent

pubescence that she once had, for its thorns

shall be impregnated with the poisonous venom she

herself dispenses.

And this symbol of her once virginity shall

kill the whore.

Janet, I have a feeling that he's after

me.

It can be very strange, Janet, and sometimes

I think he's going to kill me.

Oh, Claudia, don't be silly.

Richard ran away.

He couldn't face you again, that's all.

I wish I could believe that.

But still, he doesn't know about this place,

does he, Janet?

You never told him about it, did you?

No, of course not.

He knows I posed for your paintings, but

not here.

I know Richard, and he wouldn't lift a

finger even if he did know where you

are.

Forget it.

Where have you been for the last few

weeks?

Out at my place on the island.

Why don't you come out for a while?

We could have a good time.

Listen, Janet, you may have to put me

up for a while.

Business is tough.

The cops cracked down election year, and I

can hardly get a trip.

That's the pig that poses nude for Claudia,

talking to one of her hooker friends.

Hello there.

I don't need any help.

Undress yourself.

Go lie down on the bed while I

prepare myself.

Don't move.

Where can I find that girl you were

talking to on the street?

Janet Harper.

Where is she?

Tell me and I won't hurt you.

Tell me, you little pig.

No one will look at you when I

get through.

I'm not afraid to hurt you very badly.

Tell me.

Janice is modeling for an artist.

She's at a woodworking studio in Oyster Bay.

She must still be there.

Oh, please don't.

It's Richard.

He's crazy.

Run!

The breasts

that he was fondling, but before they died...

THE END