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a peculiar mingling of retroactive alarm （what had he been doing； risking her most tender anatomy with nothing but the look on her face to guide him？） and exhilaration that they'd e through it together： their first shared insanity。 Whoever she was； trespasser； lunatic； stalker； star； all other possible definitions paled before this： she was the woman who had taught him how insignificant the flesh between his legs was when it came to the pleasuring of certain women。
〃e here；〃 she said。
He pushed himself up off the doorframe and went over to her。 〃Let me see；〃 she said； unbuckling his pants。
〃I came。。。〃
〃I know。〃
His trousers were massively too big； which was the way he liked to wear them。 As soon as his belt was unbuckled； they fell down。 He was afraid his dick would make a sorry show by now； shriveled up in a crinkled skin of dried semen。 But no。 His erection had been so furiously hard it remained quite impressive； even though it was sodden。 He could not imagine any other woman with whom he'd had sex taking such guileless pleasure in the perusal of his quarter…hard dick。 Nor would any of those women have leaned forward； as Katya now did； and kissed it。
〃May I look at you？〃 he said。
She assumed he didn't mean her face。 She spread her legs。 He hoisted his pants back tip and went down on his knees。
〃Does it hurt？〃 he said。
〃Yes；〃 she said。 She put her hand on the back of his head； gently pressing him towards her body。 〃Look inside me；〃 she said。 〃Don't be afraid。 You did it。 See what you did？〃
He could see without opening her up。 Her whole pubic region was puffy and inflamed。
〃Go on； look；〃 she said。 〃Enjoy what you did。〃
He gently parted her labia； which were sticky beneath his fingertips。 Not blood； not sweat。 Just the natural juices of an aroused body。
〃You see？〃 she said； pressing his fingers deeper into her。 She was like a furnace in there。 〃You've got thoughts going round in your head you never imagined having。 Am I right？〃
He replied by gently scooping her juices out on his fingers and putting them deep into his mouth。
〃You want to lick me out？〃
He shook his head。
〃I'm afraid I'd draw more blood。〃
〃Maybe I'd like that。〃
〃Give me time。〃
She took his fingers out of his mouth and replaced them with her tongue。
〃You're right；〃 she said； when they'd finished kissing。 〃We've got all the time in the world。〃
She stood up。 He stayed where he was； at her feet； still not quite believing they'd e so far so fast。
〃It isn't a dream；〃 she said； reading his doubts as she'd read so many other thoughts of his in the last twenty…four hours。 〃Sometimes it seems that way； but that's just the Canyon。〃
He held onto her leg for a moment； kissing the inside of her thigh。
〃We were going to walk； remember？〃 she said。
〃You still want to？〃
〃Oh yes。 I'd love to。 It's a perfect night for introductions。〃
PART FIVE
DESIRE
ONE
The Canyon had once been a kind of Eden for Zeffer； its bowers had been places of fort； an escape from a world that was growing too tawdry too quickly for his taste。 But that was many； many years ago。 Now he hated his sometime paradise。 It was a place of confinement and punishment； a lush hell； made all the more agonizing because he knew that just beyond the perimeters his mistress Katya had set were streets that he'd once driven around like a lord。 The passage of years had transformed them； of course； probably out of all recognition。 Seven decades was a long time。 And if he climbed the southern flank of the Canyon； and stood on the ridge…which was on the very limits of his proscribed domain…then he could see the towers of what looked to him like a city within a city； where in his day there had been little more than a dirt road and some sagebrush。 They had owned land down there； he and Katya； once upon a time。 Probably the lawyers had taken their profits and died by now。 But then he couldn't remember signing papers over to any other authority； so it was just possible then if someone was to question who owned the land on which that gleaming city stood； the paper trail would lead back to Katya Lupescu and Willem Matthias Zeffer。
There had been a time when Katya had been quite acquisitive： she'd been rich； and the land had been cheap； so she'd had him buy large plots of it； hundreds of acres in fact； as an investment。 She'd got the idea from Douglas Fairbanks and Mary Pickford； who had also made large purchases； saying； with considerable foresight； that as long as there was a hunger for people to be distracted from their unhappiness； there would be a need for this new world of theirs； this Hollywoodland。 It followed； then； that the ground on which that New World was built would only grow in value。
Many times Zeffer had been tempted to leave the Canyon and venture down the hill to discover what it all looked like now； but he didn't dare。 Katya had told him plainly what the consequences would be if he ever tried to leave。 There would be no way back for him。 She would see to it that he was torn limb from limb by those amongst the haunters of these hills who were loyal to her； the creatures she referred to as los ninos： the children。
He didn't doubt that she would enforce the edict。 She knew what power she held； and how to keep it。 His death would be a fine lesson for those amongst the dans here who were less than loyal； and muttered their unrest in the ears of coyotes； and plotted the undoing of their mistress。 They called her by many names； in many languages； being men and women who had e from all over the world； and now； in this strange afterlife； were returning to the tongue they knew best。 To some she was La Catin； the Bitch； to others she was simply the Duchess of Sorrows。 But none of these name…callers dared confront her。 Whatever they whispered； whatever they plotted； they were too afraid of what they would lose if they went up against her and failed to win the day。 Not only did they hope for her clemency at some time in the future； but they prayed with all their hearts that they'd be let back into the house； so that they could once more venture down the stairs into the Devil's Country； where they had once tasted something that was in their blood now permanently and could not be satisfied； except by more of the same。
He understood their hunger。 He shared it。 And if she would let him back into the house then all the agonies of this half…life of his would be erased； all pain forgotten； all need dispatched。 But Willem had few hopes of such clemency。 Katya was crazy。 She always had been； of course； indeed in earlier times it had been part of her glamour。 Wasn't that part of what had made her so incredible to watch up there on the screen？ A gleam of madness always lit up the eyes of her characters； whatever she was playing。 Her innocents were crazy with their sinlessness； just as the vamps she played later were maddened by their sin。 Of all the names that she was called； it was Cesar Romero's nickname that suited her best； La Puta Enojada； the Mad Bitch。 That was the name Zeffer used when he talked about her。 Katya； La Puta Enojada。 But bitch or no； mad or no； she had the reins； and that was t