Oct 19, 2006 00:48
"Fantastic," I said. But I could barely hear him. I was so wired that my hands were clawing uncontrollably at the bedspread, jerking it right out from under me while he talked. My heals were dug into the mattress, with both knees locked . . . I could feel my eyeballs swelling, about to pop out of the sockets.
"Finish the fucking story!" I snarled. "What happened? What about the glands?"