The driver's grin remained. "She's taking it. Can't see much of her right now. Pete's big. He hides a broad when he's working."
A cry filtered through into the cab. In the back, where it had originated, it was louder but it came through only faintly.
The cry drew the girl's cold eyes to the mirror. By the light of an overhead bulb back there through the small window, she saw two white legs folded back at a wide angle. A pair of white arms. Ineffectual hands clawing at a broad, blue-shirted back. A mass of blonde hair spread on a pile of dirty furniture pads.
Measuring by the frantic, passion-mad lunging of the blue-shirted man, the girl estimated the rape as being near its culmination. A long moan erupted louder now-from the scene behind.
The driver stared at the mirror. He licked his thin lips. "God! He's pushed her three feet."
The girl turned her gaze back out the window. Her face would have been beautiful if it hadn't been so cold, bleak and hostile.
"She'll live."
"Uh-huh. And I'm next."
A cry filtered through into the cab. In the back, where it had originated, it was louder but it came through only faintly.
The cry drew the girl's cold eyes to the mirror. By the light of an overhead bulb back there through the small window, she saw two white legs folded back at a wide angle. A pair of white arms. Ineffectual hands clawing at a broad, blue-shirted back. A mass of blonde hair spread on a pile of dirty furniture pads.
Measuring by the frantic, passion-mad lunging of the blue-shirted man, the girl estimated the rape as being near its culmination. A long moan erupted louder now-from the scene behind.
The driver stared at the mirror. He licked his thin lips. "God! He's pushed her three feet."
The girl turned her gaze back out the window. Her face would have been beautiful if it hadn't been so cold, bleak and hostile.
"She'll live."
"Uh-huh. And I'm next."