Chapter 10


    With one mighty thrust of the hips Jeremiah exploded inside his condom before having his white,


    female partner hurriedly slip out from underneath him without letting him get hisst jerks in. The man


    could hardly catch his breath before he plunged his sweaty body down onto the bed. He was still


    shaking from head to toe while feeling the after effects of his ''surge.''


    He happened to look over to see his partner behave as though nothing had taken ce over the


    course of the past fifteen minutes. She was steadily puffing away on a cigarette while sitting perfectly


    naked and thin on the edge of the bed.


    Coming down, Jeremiah pulled his condom off before sitting up on his side of the bed. For the longest


    of times there settled a lingering quiet between the two inside thepact motel room in which they


    found themselves inside. Jeremiah listened to the woman cough in between puffs as though it were her


    first time smoking at all.


    "I sure hope this ce has better hot water than thest motel we went to." Thedy got up from off the


    bed and ventured into the nearby bathroom.


    Appearing fairly surprised, Jeremiah asked, "You''re heading out?"


    The sound of water from the faucet could be heard. "Yep," she replied. "Gotta get back out there!"


    "I see." The air in Jeremiah''s lungs evaporated. "I was kinda thinking perhaps we could stop by The


    Clover and grab a bite to eat."


    Cleansing herself at the sink, thedy replied, "You gotta understand, I''m still making up for ackluster


    summer after those stupid animal attacks and the curfew. It put a hamper on my business."


    "Speaking of animal attacks," Jeremiah suddenly jumped up and went over to the desk that was ced


    in front of the one window inside the room. "I meant to ask you about that." He said as he picked up


    one of the five books that were just lying on the desk.


    "Ask me about what?"


    Carrying his naked body back over to the bed, Jeremiah sat down and queried, "Do you think that it''s


    possible for a person to...I don''t know, change?"


    "How do you mean?" Thedy kept on with her business.


    "You know, change into something else?" He eagerly remarked. "If you really sit down and think about


    it, the attacks I mean, doesn''t it seem odd that these things just show up out of nowhere and then just


    vanish? I mean, who''s to say that their not still in this city, waiting for their next chance to strike? All


    these books that I got from the library seem to have onemon denominator; they all say that werew


    —


    "Look, kid," thedy came out of the bathroom still naked, "you''re a real nice guy. You''re actually the


    nicest John I''ve probably ever had." She said as she began picking up one article of clothing after


    another from off the floor and putting them on her body. "But to be perfectly honest, I''m 48 years old.


    I''m putting myself through school to get a degree so I can better myself. I hate to be so blunt, but, I


    really didn''t sign up for this job to make friends or have discussions."


    Jeremiah was still in the thralls of catching the breath that had eluded him moments ago. Thedy''s


    direct approach cut right through him like the dullest knife, shredding every nerve possible. One by one,


    her bra, panties, jeans, blouse and high-heeled boots were all put on in such a rush that it seemed as if


    she wasn''t there at all to begin with. Jeremiah himself was stillpletely naked.


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    Walking around to his side of the bed, thedy asked, "Hey, don''t you have a ce of your own?"


    Coming back, Jeremiah replied, "Uh, yeah, I''ve got a pad."


    "Good, because we may have to meet up there next time," she sighed. "The fuzz around these parts is


    getting too heavy. I need this gig at least until January."


    "Yeah, sure, we can meet up at my ce." Jeremiah hesitantly mumbled.


    Thedy stood above the young man and stared a pitiful frown down at him. "Look, I can tell that you''re


    a real lonely guy. If it makes you feel any better, the next blowjob is on the house."


    Jeremiah''s eyes couldn''t connect with hers, he just kept his head down to his book, not reading the


    words, but rather trying not to make eye contact.


    "You''re a real cute kid." She shrugged her shoulders. "I can''t imagine why you''re having such a hard


    time finding a nice girl. Heck, if you need to, go see a shrink. Maybe he can figure you out." She said


    before turning and swiping a handful of dor bills from off the dresser and gracefully flying out the


    door. "Call me!" She blurted out as she shut the door behind her.


    Jeremiah continued to sulk on the bed. "I may not have any money next time." He whispered to himself


    in such a low tone that the words sounded non-existent.


    As soon as the wave of cool air from outside the door vanished within the room Jeremiah''s eyes


    managed to find themselves focusing back on the book that was lying on his barep.


    "I recall the x-rays." He mindlessly murmured. "The bone structure appeared re-configured. I wonder if


    bones can be stretched or twisted."


    The man kept on reciting past memories while reading each page as though multi-tasking was just a


    mere detail. His eyes kept racing through each and every paragraph with lightning ferocity, not missing


    even ama or question mark. When he had finished a particr chapter, Jeremiah reached in and


    pulled out a collection of papers that just happened to be buried in the back of the book. Written all over


    the pages were notes from front to back. A lot of the notes were gibberish, chicken scratch, while the


    rest was of the utmost importance, from his time with Isaac Mercer, all the way to his ordeal in the rainy


    pasture over the past summer. Jeremiah sat up and reached for his pen that was lying on the desk next


    to the rest of the books before sitting back down and doodling.


    "Is it possible that these supernatural beings can bring about other supernatural manifestations or


    urrences? Perhaps a paranormal exhibition," he asked himself while writing. "Is it possible that


    Isaac, as well, was suffering from this mdy? And if so, is it possible that I am...next?"


    Suddenly, Jeremiah stopped writing and gasped. The motel room was absolutely silent. His eyes then


    managed to nce over at the closet door which was closed.


    "Henei ma tov umanaim shevet achim gam yachad. Hinei ma tov umanaim Shevet achim gam


    yachad."


    With eyes locked solely on the closet, Jeremiah continued to sing verse after verse of the old Hebrew


    folk song without once taking his jittering eyes off of the closet.