"From the station," Ryan said. "Get into your clothes."
He shut the bedroom door and stood with folded arms. Laura stared at
him.
"Aren't you going to turn your back?"
"And have you jump out the window or something? Uh-uh. Come on, kiddo.
You've been selling it long enough. You can spare me a free look, now.
Hurry it up."
Blushing a fiery red, Laura slipped off the overcoat they had put
around her. Ryan's eyes were glued to her breasts as she hurriedly
donned her bra. She dressed quickly, weak with fear and embarrassment,
while Ryan leeringly watched her.
"Okay," he said when she was finished. "Shake your butt, will you?
Everybody's waiting."
Fully dressed, she returned to the outer room. Most of the invaders
had left. McDermott sat on the couch, his head in his hands, sobbing
brokenly. Feeling a sudden surge of pity, she started to go toward him,
but Ryan caught her wrist and pulled her back.
McDermott looked up. His eyes were streaming tears. He tried to speak,
but no words would come.