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341You keep the motor running, Jack.%u201dThe two young women were great friends and both were going to sleep together at Lucy%u2019s house, like they often has since they were younger. Both were pretty. Their lower middle-class parents reared them to be honest and erstwhile.I might remind you; it was Halloween, the night when evil often fell upon an innocent world%u2014just like Jack%u2019s mates were about to do, now waiting at the main road end of the ally, in the dark shadows%u2014hidden.Lucy and Betty never saw the greedy hands that suddenly clutched their faces, stifling their screams as they were forcibly dragged through the short alley and bundled into the car. What they did see were two cocks coming out as the car sped away, and what they felt were punches to their heads until they lowered them on those two cocks to stop the beating.The car smashed into the tree right then, killing the driver outright as he went out through the windscreen to shatter his body again the immovable which had sat for many decades at the bend outside the village.The four passengers in the back went up through the roof, which had simply sheared off. The long and very strong branch that had reached out its arm as a spindly weak thing in those first few years of growth, had become a sturdy opponent of pressed steel. It simply scythed the roof clean away. It was fortunate for the two girls as they were tossed onto soft grass at the edge of the local cemetery. The two men were thrown into the tree canopy, which broke limbs and killed them both.The old church clock%u2019s hands fell upon a Roman-numerical twelve. And after the deafening crunch of the car meeting the tree at ninety-five Insanity