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Mort lay on his back on the floor, still panting and sweating from his 'ride'. A patch of Liana's red lipstick was smeared all around his mouth. Liana was sitting up. Each had their clothing disheveled and were trying to recover from the brutal actions they'd just performed.
Liana's hand reached across the floor for Mort's book bag. She felt it and picked it up. Then she dumped it out.
The bag contained: A pack of cigarettes, a notebook, an envelope full of money, a Swiss Army knife, a magnifying glass, some pencils, an empty bag of Doritos, etc.
"Okay, where is it?" Liana asked, in a stern, demanding tone.
"Where's what?" Mort asked, either not realizing that he had just been used, or not remembering why she had come there in the first place. Or maybe both.
"Don't fuck with me!" she yelled.
"I thought I already did," Mort replied.
Liana's eyes narrowed. She had pleasured this idiot for nothing! She screamed in rage and went after his face with her nails and teeth. Mort turned his head away just in time and scrambled to his feet, pulling his pants back up.
Liana sprung up from the floor and flew at him with both hands extended like claws. He managed to grab her wrists and hold them. Liana would not give up so easily, though. She plunged her teeth into his chest.
Mort began to scream at the pain, and by accident let go of her wrists. He grabbed his injured chest and staggered backwards, tripping slightly over his pants that had slumped around his ankles.
Liana looked around the room frantically for a weapon of some sort. Suddenly, her eye caught on a nearby empty liquor bottle lying on the coffee table. She grabbed it and advanced on him.
Mort held onto his falling pants with one hand. The other hand he held up in front of him, as if he expected it would block any lashes that came from her. He came shuffling toward her. "Hey, look, be reasonable..." Mort began, but he was cut off as Liana raised the bottle high in the air and smashed it over his head.
Mort slumped backwards against the wall, and dizzily slid down onto the floor. He was knocked out cold.