"Right. C'mon. Let's get outa here. By the way, how much bread we got?"

Wade shrugged. "The broad had two tens and two fives. The room was nineteen. That leaves us eleven and some change." He chuckled softly. "Eleven bucks won't even fill the gas tank."

"How 'bout the other broad?"

"I dunno. Didn't even check her out."

"Go ahead."

Wade went over to Diane's purse, which lay on the floor near the nightstand. I picked it up and opened it. A moment later, he smiled and removed the bills from her red wallet. "The fuckin' bitch is loaded!" he exclaimed. "Must be nearly two hundred smackers in here!"

"Jesus Christ!" chuckled Ed, licking his lips. "Jesus Christ!"

Wade pocketed the money and tossed the purse on the floor. "Let's go," he whispered.

"Naw, we better tie'em up or somethin'. They might wake up two minutes after we're gone, ya know."

Wade thought it over carefully and then nodded. "Yeah," he replied. "Then every fuckin' pig in this town will be on the lookout."

"We can get nailed for rape, too, ya know."

"Probably." Wade headed for the door. "We got some clothesline in the trunk. I'll bring it in."

Ed nodded. "I'll make sure they don't make no noise."

Wade no sooner had closed the door behind him when Diane woke up, yawning and stretching her arms in the air. "You up already?" she asked. Rubbing her eyes, she glanced at Ed, then at her opened purse. Sitting up sharply, she shouted, "Why, you fuckin' assholes, what the fuck…"

By that time, she was silenced.

Ed had moved quickly, sitting down beside her and slapping his hand tightly across her mouth.

The force of his strength stung her, nearly knocking her out. She was recovering her strength quickly, but by this time Ed had flipped her over on her stomach, buried her face in the pillow, and sat on her ass.