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She pulled down and adjusted the little lace-ruffled skirt that was attached the bodice. It hardly covered anything and was more like a ballerina’s tutu than a proper skirt.She had already fixed her makeup, lots of black eyeliner and mascara, mauve and purple hued eyeshadow, blushed cheeks and bright red lipstick. The makeup was very ‘showgirl’. Her long red hair was brushed out and arranged around her shoulders to good effect. She stepped into a pair of black stilettos that she had been keeping ‘for special’.Mary looked at herself in the full-length mirror that she had found left out on the street for the rag and bone man. It was cracked and some of the silver had been scratched off the back but it was good enough.She definitely looked the part. Then she realised that there was no way that she could walk to the bus stop, catch the number nine bus, and then walk to the Chez Ami dressed like this. Before panic set in she realised that she had an old, almost full-length Mackintosh that. As careful as he’d trained her to be. Dylan was still new, but he was just about as careful as Girl. He didn’t doubt either of them.It got worse when night fell. He felt like he had to do something but he was limited in the darkness. He went outside every few minutes and searched the forest as well as he could see. He even called out several times. He stopped and thought. The dogs. The goddam dogs. If somebody came and took her, the dogs would have stopped them. The dogs went crazy when strangers showed up, and everybody but Clipper, Girl and Dylan were strangers to the dogs. If somebody had showed up, they would have stood a fair distance away and called. Somebody like a refugee, a tramp. He just couldn’t imagine her going out to meet them. He could imagine her slamming a knife into them, or shooting them with the automatic, but he couldn’t imagine her going out to meet them.He figured it was well after midnight. He went up into the loft, and just laid there the rest of the night..
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