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Hit her harder!Blood dripped from Bertha's knuckles. Bertha wiped her knuckles on the seat of her own pants, just to make sure that the blood was Sheree's and not her own. Bertha would have been ashamed of herself if she had busted up one of her hands punching out a little pipsqueak like Sheree Messmer. "Well done!" Roberta Jean Richardson said with a smile. The buxom and long-legged blonde bombshell kicked her ex-boyfriend in the side hard, and both Roberta Jean and Bertha could hear a snapping sound. Roberta Jean Richardson correctly assumed that this sound was the snapping of one of Harvey's ribs. "I think we had better get the hell out of here," Bertha said. "Right. What's the best way out of town?" Roberta Jean asked. "To avoid the cops?" "Yeah." "Take South Road east to the end and then take Bowerman Road as far as Garbut. We can get on Interstate 17 there and be home free." CHAPTER SEVEN On the road. Free. For Bertha this was like a dream come true. For years and years Bertha had been dreaming about being out of Painted Post, Pennsylvania, alone with Roberta Jean ...» |
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