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Frowning slightly, he brought his right hand close to his face. He
stared at it for a few seconds, then raised his eyebrows and licked his
palm. "Oh, that's cute."

Lying on her stomach with her face toward me, Slim couldn't see Rusty.
Rather than twisting around and maybe re-opening some of her cuts, she
asked me, "What's he doing?"

"Licking your blood off his hand," I explained. He did it again.
Smiling, he said, "Not bad." "Grade-A blood, buddy," Slim informed
him.

"I can tell." He sucked his red-stained forefinger. "Maybe those
vampires've got something. Tasty stuff. Try some, Dwighty." I shook
my head. "No thanks." "Scared?"

"I've got no problem with Slim's blood."

"As well you shouldn't," Slim pointed out.

"But I just got done swinging a filthy damn cur around by its tail."
"Weenie," Rusty said, grinning and lapping at his hand. "Speaking of
which," I said, "what've you been touching lately?" Things dawned on
him. He put his tongue back into his mouth and frowned at his hand.
Looking a little sick, he shrugged his husky bare shoulders and said,
"No big deal."

A smile on what I could see of her face, Slim said, "I'm sure Rusty
must've washed his hands after going to the bathroom."

"I didn't piss on 'em, if that's what you mean." Then he managed to
blurt out, "Not much, anyway," before he burst into laughter.

Slim and I broke up, too, but she stopped laughing almost at
once-either it hurt or she was afraid the rough movements might start
her bleeding again.

After a minute or two of silence, Rusty asked Slim, "Want me to lick
your back clean?"

"God no!"

"Christ, Rusty," I said.

"What's the big deal?" he asked me. "I'm just offering to clean her
up a little."

"With spit," Slim said. "No thanks."

"Get a grip," I told him.