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don’t respect their superiors.
    I felt my stomach go into spasms, and I felt like crying. Then, as always when I was this scared, I didn’t feel anything. “I guess your mother wasn’t available,” I said.
    “Oh, you’re gonna learn to love me,” said Warner. His men laughed. Then I felt his hard cock rubbing against me.
    I pulled to my right, and the guy holding my left arm pulled me back. When I felt him pull, I pushed, going toward him, aiming to head-butt him in the face. The guy who had my right arm kept me from getting enough force behind it to do any damage, so instead I lunged like an attack dog, trying to grab the guy’s face with my teeth. I was aiming for his nose, but he moved and my jaws closed on his eyebrow. I moved down, covering his eye with my mouth, biting, sucking.
    Then his eye was in my mouth, a string of bloody nerves dangling from my lips. I couldn’t believe how easily it came out. Even the feel and taste of it wouldn’t have convinced me if I hadn’t been looking straight into his fountaining red socket as I listened to him scream.
    As soon as he let go of me, I swung the heel of my free hand into the ear of the guy holding my right arm, and he went down hard, starting to hyperventilate. I turned at the waist and with both hands I grabbed Warner by the hair. I drove the top of my head into his face four times, and felt the target get softer and wetter with each impact. The guys who’d been holding my legs let go and ran for the door, accompanied by a couple of onlookers. I let Warner fall. I spat out the eye. The guy I’d taken it from was on his knees, still screaming. I kicked him in the head and he shut up. The other guy, the one with the newly shattered eardrum, was running toward the door. I went after him, but my legs were weak and shaky and I didn’t catch him. My hair was soaked in Warner’s blood, and it was running down my face and neck.
    I walked carefully back to Warner, and I stomped him until he lay in a pool of red piss. Then I sat down on a bench and began to shake so violently I could hear my teeth chatter.
    After the class, we all went inside the house. I helped Laurie make coffee and tea. I chatted with the students for a while. Their reactions to the class seemed varied—some were shocked by what I’d taught them, others couldn’t wait to go and suck somebody’s eye out.
    When the last of the students had left, Laurie and I sat in meditation for a half-hour. Then I left, saying I’d come to the gig she was playing the following night. I drove along Rural until it became Scottsdale Road. Some people I knew were playing at Sutter’s Gold that night. I pulled into the parking lot, turned off the engine and lights. But I didn’t get out of the car. I sat there for a minute or two, trying to decide whether to go in or not. I started the engine again, pulled out of the lot.
    I took the long way home, following Scottsdale to Camelback, then Camelback to Seventh and Seventh to Bethany Home, where I lived. There was a dim, flickering light coming from the window of my apartment. I unlocked the door and went in. Janine was lying on the couch, watching TV in the dark. She wore shorts and a tank top and was barefoot.
    She used the remote to shut off the volume on the TV. “Hey,” she said.
    “Hey.”
    “How’re you doing?”
    “Wiped out,” I said. “How about you?”
    “I’m okay.” She turned off the TV. Then she stood up. She put her arms around me. “God, you stink.”
    “I’ll bet.”
    “You’d better take a shower.”
    “I think I’ll take a bath.”
    “I’ll cook something while you’re doing it.”
    “Great. Thanks.”
    I expected her to let go of me then, but she didn’t. She kissed my mouth, and I realized what she wanted, realized that she’d been waiting for me to come home. She kept kissing me as she pulled down my shorts. I was so tired I just stood there, both of us together in the light that trickled between the blinds.
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