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Devil's Work

... slid inside; she felt hot. Strange, he thought, to spend so much time trying to escape the heat and now to leap right back into it. But it was a good heat. The curves of her body were soft and inviting. She was open, accepting him in with a gasp and a moan every time he thrust. Slow or fast didn't seem to matter. Grabbing the headboard with one hand he rocked back and forth, in and out of her, letting the bedframe strain underneath them. She half-propped herself up on her elbows to allow him better leverage, and when he slid up further into her she threw he head back and shuddered. His fingers gripped the headboard so tight he worried he might bruise them. But he didn't stop. The thunder was very loud now. Their faces were only a few inches apart and she was punctuating each moan with a little kiss and breathless words of encouragement. "That's it," she said. "That's it. That's good. More..." She cried out and arched her back again, and James pushed her down underneath him, holding her squirming body tight. Just a little more now...just a little more...just— And then, outside, they both heard it, very distinctly: the first drops of rain falling on the roof. Afterwards, she snuggled up against him, stroking his cheek. He didn't catch his breath for quite a while. "I was wrong," she said. "Huh?" "It rained after all." "Oh. Yes." He listened to the sound of the rain in the dark outside. "Everyone's wrong sometimes, I guess." *** It was almost a year until James saw the Driver ...

... again. Passing a park bench in front of St. Peter and Paul Cathedral he noticed that the man sitting on it was smiling at him, but it took him a moment to realize who it was. Startled, he sat down without thinking, and the Driver slapped him on the shoulder once by way of greeting. It was a cool day, with a breeze. "Where's your cab?" James said. "Sold it," said the Driver. "I'm going to travel again. See some sights. Thought I'd say goodbye first." "That was considerate." The Driver shrugged. "Don't keep me in suspense: How'd things turn out with you and Nakia?" "Fine," James said. "Actually, not fine. But we worked it out." "That's great." "She had an affair." The Driver choked. "The whole time?" "Later. A revenge thing. But she couldn't deal with it. Too much guilt." "Human nature." James looked at the driver. "Was it your idea?" "Hey man, I never even met her." "But still: Did you know? Did you..." "Make it happen?" The Driver's tone suggested contempt, but James just looked at him, expecting. "Look, I don't make people do bad things, all right?" he said. "I don't have to. You've all got that covered." "You brought me to see Amber." "But I didn't make you fuck her. You could have left." "Yes, I could have. But you know what I realized later? That massage that caused all the problems: The money I used was the fare you wouldn't accept a couple days before." "How about that?" James stared at him some more. The Driver took off his sunglasses. "All I did was take you where you ...