Crossing the room, he lay down on his back next to Libby and began stroking his erect little dick with his thumb and forefinger.

"Now," he said in an excited voice, "will you please sit on my face and piss in my mouth?"

"What?" she gasped, sitting up. "Piss on my face," he repeated. "Are you some kind of nut?"

"Goddammit," he shouted, "piss on me!"

"I ain't gonna piss on any damned bed that I have to sleep in!" she yelled, jumping up.

"Piss on me, you dirty little whore!" he sobbed hysterically, lumbering to his feet.

"No!"

His face purple with rage, he grabbed her tits and began twisting them cruelly in his hands. "Piss on me! Piss on me!"

"Please don't!" she sobbed in pain as his hands and fingers dug in and twisted her sensitive nipples. Frantic with fear and the unbearable pain, she grabbed a pewter vase from the dresser and brought it crashing down on his head. Releasing his grip, the man dropped to the floor, his deformed little cock pointing up to the ceiling from under his big, obscene belly. With his open, lifeless eyes staring at her, Libby watched the flow of blood and saliva spurting out of his slack mouth. There was a deep gurgling sound in his throat that soon stopped. Unable to move, the girl stared horrified at the blood gushing out of his mouth in ugly spurts, forming a red, sticky pool on the floor.

"My God," she sobbed hysterically. "I've killed him! I've killed him!"

Trembling with fear, she slowly put on her dress and shoes. Then carefully stepping over the ghastly figure on the floor, she rummaged through the dresser drawers until she found a huge leather bag. Quietly, she closed the door behind her and cautiously walked toward the diner. Looking through the window, she could see her mother talking to some customers in the dining room. Quickly slipping into the pantry, she removed the loose floor boards and dumped her savings into her bag.