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His hand caressed her coat, searching for her nipple under the thick material. He was eternally fascinated by her nipples; he always returned to them. She nodded and felt the pain shoot into her head like a dart of pleasure. Her sex had already opened for him. At work, of course. Both because he had brought her husband into the conversation and it was difficult for her to say anything at all about him without getting irritated, and because her body needed him, quickly.

Sara Kvinesland opened his fly. She slapped him hard with her other hand. He looked at her in amazement as a red flush spread across his cheek.

She smiled, grabbed his thick black hair and pulled his face down to hers. Is that understood?

It was coming in hefty gasps now. Again she slapped him with her free hand, and his dick was growing in her other.

She was numb, the magic was gone, the tension had dissolved and all that was left was despair. She was losing him. Now, as she lay there, she had lost him. All the years she had yearned, all the tears she had cried, the desperate things he had made her do. Without giving anything back. Except for one thing. He was standing at the foot of the bed and taking her with closed eyes.

Sara stared at his chest. At first she had thought it strange, but after a while she had begun to like the sight of unbroken white skin over his pectoral muscles.

It reminded her of old statues on which the nipples had been omitted out of consideration for public modesty. His groans were getting louder. She knew that soon he would let out a furious roar.

She had loved that roar. The ever-surprised, ecstatic, almost pained expression as though the orgasm surpassed his wildest expectation each and every time. Now she was waiting for the final roar, a bellowing farewell to this freezing box of a bedroom, divested of pictures, curtains and carpets.

But he could say no to this. And still he would roar with pleasure. She closed her eyes.

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He had stopped. His features were distorted, all right. But not with pleasure. She flinched. She heaved herself around, felt him slip out, already limp. The window above her head was set too high in the wall for her to see out.

And too high for anyone standing outside to peer in.

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Because of the already dwindling daylight all she could see was the double-exposed reflection of the ceiling lamp. Sara pulled herself up onto her knees. Got up and looked into the yard. And there, there was the face.

She laughed out loud with relief. The face was white, with eyes and a mouth made with black pebbles, probably from the driveway. And arms made of twigs from the apple trees. She stayed for a little while longer. As Sara approached the garage she saw that almost forty minutes had passed. He had promised to call her now and then. He had always been a good liar, and for once she was glad. She pulled at the door and found to her astonishment that it was locked. She peered in at him through steamed-up windows.

He opened it only when she knocked on the glass. The radio was silent and it was ice-cold inside. The key was on the passenger seat.

She turned to him. Her son was pale, and his lower lip was trembling. And now his voice was changing, he had stopped giving her a good- night hug and had started being interested in car engines and girls. And one day he would get in a car with one of them and also leave her. She stared out the windshield and turned the key again. Had the battery died? He answered, but the response was drowned by the roar of the engine. The Silence The Beginning Disease Tear Gas Scapegoat The South Pole The Tanks Part Five The Snowman Sirens Monster The Tower Dad December She was thinking that the houses looked different in daylight.

So different that she almost passed his driveway. The car skidded as she applied the brakes, and she heard a groan from the backseat. In front of the garage there was a large patch of black pavement amid all the white, and she realized that the moving van had been there. Her throat constricted. Not that late-night visits would seem any more innocent, but for some reason acts of this kind felt more appropriate when performed after the fall of darkness.

She heard the buzz of the doorbell inside, like a bumblebee in a jam jar. Feeling her desperation mount, she glanced at the windows of the neighboring houses. They gave nothing away, just returned reflections of bare black apple trees, gray sky and milky- white terrain. Then, at last, she heard footsteps behind the door and heaved a sigh of relief.

The next moment she was inside and in his arms. His hands sought familiar paths, of which they never tired. First, the white lovemaking.

The good one. Then the black one. The pain. His hand caressed her coat, searching for her nipple under the thick material. He was eternally fascinated by her nipples; he always returned to them.

She nodded and felt the pain shoot into her head like a dart of pleasure. Her sex had already opened for him. At work, of course. Both because he had brought her husband into the conversation and it was difficult for her to say anything at all about him without getting irritated, and because her body needed him, quickly.

Sara Kvinesland opened his fly. She slapped him hard with her other hand. He looked at her in amazement as a red flush spread across his cheek. She smiled, grabbed his thick black hair and pulled his face down to hers.

Is that understood?

It was coming in hefty gasps now. Again she slapped him with her free hand, and his dick was growing in her other. She was numb, the magic was gone, the tension had dissolved and all that was left was despair. She was losing him. Now, as she lay there, she had lost him. All the years she had yearned, all the tears she had cried, the desperate things he had made her do.

Without giving anything back. Except for one thing. He was standing at the foot of the bed and taking her with closed eyes. Sara stared at his chest.

At first she had thought it strange, but after a while she had begun to like the sight of unbroken white skin over his pectoral muscles. It reminded her of old statues on which the nipples had been omitted out of consideration for public modesty. His groans were getting louder. She knew that soon he would let out a furious roar. She had loved that roar. The ever-surprised, ecstatic, almost pained expression as though the orgasm surpassed his wildest expectation each and every time.

Now she was waiting for the final roar, a bellowing farewell to this freezing box of a bedroom, divested of pictures, curtains and carpets. But he could say no to this. And still he would roar with pleasure. She closed her eyes.

He had stopped. His features were distorted, all right. But not with pleasure. She flinched.

NEMESIS - JO NESBO.pdf

She heaved herself around, felt him slip out, already limp. The window above her head was set too high in the wall for her to see out. And too high for anyone standing outside to peer in. Because of the already dwindling daylight all she could see was the double-exposed reflection of the ceiling lamp.

Sara pulled herself up onto her knees. Got up and looked into the yard. And there, there was the face.

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She laughed out loud with relief. The face was white, with eyes and a mouth made with black pebbles, probably from the driveway. And arms made of twigs from the apple trees. She stayed for a little while longer. As Sara approached the garage she saw that almost forty minutes had passed. He had promised to call her now and then. He had always been a good liar, and for once she was glad.

She pulled at the door and found to her astonishment that it was locked. She peered in at him through steamed-up windows. He opened it only when she knocked on the glass. The radio was silent and it was ice-cold inside. The key was on the passenger seat. She turned to him. Her son was pale, and his lower lip was trembling. And now his voice was changing, he had stopped giving her a good- night hug and had started being interested in car engines and girls.

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And one day he would get in a car with one of them and also leave her. She stared out the windshield and turned the key again. Had the battery died?

He answered, but the response was drowned by the roar of the engine. Sara put the car in gear and let go of the clutch as if in a sudden hurry to get away. The wheels spun in the soft, slushy snow.

She accelerated harder, but the rear of the car slid sideways. By then the tires had spun their way down to the pavement and they lurched forward and skidded into the road. A broadcaster said for the hundredth time today that last night Ronald Reagan had beaten Jimmy Carter in the American election. The boy said something again, and she glanced in the mirror.

She turned down the radio while heading toward the main road and the river, which ran through the countryside like two mournful black stripes.

And gave a start when she realized he had leaned forward between the two front seats. His voice sounded like a dry whisper in her ear. As if it were important no one else heard them. It was freezing cold, and from the dark came the sound of the voice that had awoken him.

It announced that the American people would decide today whether their president for the next four years would again be George Walker Bush. Harry was thinking they were definitely heading for dark times. He threw off the duvet and placed his feet on the floor. The linoleum was so cold it stung. He left the news blaring from the clock radio and went into the bathroom.

Regarded himself in the mirror. November there, too: As usual, his eyes were bloodshot, and the pores on his nose large black craters.

The bags under his eyes, with their light-blue alcohol-washed irises, would disappear after his face had been ministered to with hot water, a towel and breakfast. He assumed they would, that is.Again she slapped him with her free hand, and his dick was growing in her other. The linoleum was so cold it stung. In a frenzy, some maintained. The Tanks Part Five The linoleum was so cold it stung. Day 2: It squeaked twice.

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