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The others laughed wildly in agreement before Sylvia quieted them somewhat with an order to bring in what she described as the trunk.

This left only Sylvia and myself, alone with the helpless Ruth looking 'at us from the other room. I decided that this was my one chance to work a bluff. "There's one thing you're forgetting, you bitch. Tom Purcell knows I'm over here. If he doesn't hear me over 1490 in the next few min- utes he'll know something's wrong.”

"So what," Sylvia snapped, folding her long powerful arms together over her voluptuous breasts, "we've handled him before. In fact, Tom Purcell is in no position to do anything connected with WOMB." She let me consider what I had already suspected about Tom, and his once mysterious attempt to sneak into WOMB, before saying, "In any event, your voice will be heard on WOMB tonight, whether you cooperate with

us or not.

"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"Edited tapes," she snarled, curling her ruby lips into a cupid's bow, "carefully edited tapes of your broadcasts over KZYZ. With the words snipped out and — ah slightly rearranged, words, my sweet, in your own fabulously girlish voice. Would you like to hear how Donna Dillon sounds, right now?"

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“No,” I answered, shuddering at the lengths the she-devil had gone to.

The girls were now parading back into the room carrying a large cof- fin-sized trunk. They sat it down and began excitedly removing item after item of female attire as Sylvia directed each facet of the operation.

My eyes riveted to the coffin-like trunk. I slowly became aware of my dire predicament. I had checked out of my apartment. Given Mr. Moon notice of my leaving Lewisburg. I had kept my departure as secret as possible in order to carry out my scheme of revenge on WOMB. As the vampires continued laying out various items of clothing and padding, fussing with a blonde wig, and preparing for whatever they had in mind, I considered one agonizing possibility.

Don Dillon could, in fact, drop off the face of the earth tonight. Sylvia would have forced Ruth to relinquish my employment application and other personnel data at KZYZ. She knw I had no close relatives. I

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