2 Quotes by Herman Raucher

She became aware of his hands, moving up both sides of her, sliding up from her waist to her rib cage. Bad news. Instinctively she knew that it was “either-or.” Either she opened her mouth and let the mad tongue in – or he was going to, sure as God made little apples, grab her little apples. The choice, she knew, was hers – for he lingered there, simultaneously, in both areas of combat, as if to say, “You have five seconds, take your pick.

His teeth were now rattling on hers: knock-knock, who’s there? Bicuspids. Bicuspids who? Bicuspids McAllister. And then his tongue came flicking out, looking for an opening, any opening, even a missing tooth. But she had no missing teeth and all the teeth she did have were clenched together as in a snapped bear trap.