“Aw, s**t,” he observed sourly as Corliss staggered into him again. “This is gonna take forever. It’d be fun, but like I told you we don’t have time for games. Guess I’ll have to carry you.” He lifted her up and slung her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing at all. She grunted as her belly came down hard on his thick, hard shoulder, and then yelped as he gave her ass an almost friendly swat. Her belt was still looped around her neck and it dangled down his broad back. Hanging with her head pointed down like that, all Corliss could see was that belt, the ground, and Goatee’s back and legs. He started walking, and slowly built up his speed to a slow jog.
He was covering ground quickly now, but with every jarring step Corlis found herself bouncing up and down on his muscular shoulder
