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he had been supporting her shoulders down between her and the seat to her hips, lifted them, and with surprising strength pulled her toward and under him while he tried to raise himself and move back.
Disaster struck immediately. Unprepared as she was for the change of position, Linda's head slammed against the window ledge of the door, and her legs, unable to follow her hips, banged against the seat. Peter's rear hit the steering wheel with such force that he was propelled forward onto Linda, slamming her head, which she had unwisely lifted, down on the ledge again.
There was one moment of absolute silence, then Peter, very faintly, said ''Dammit." And then, louder, "Are you all right?"
Fortunately the ledge of the door was padded vinyl, and Linda had been far more surprised than hurt. "Yes," she replied, in a rather choked voice. "The ledge is nice and soft."
With some care, Peter lifted himself off her and wriggled back under the steering wheel. As she also slid back and got upright, Linda could sense him closing his trousers and belt. She shrugged her bra strap up and closed her blouse, not knowing whether she was going to cry or whoop with laughter.
After a moment she swallowed hard. "I'm afraid we'll have to think our maneuvers out more carefully if we want to go on with this," she said.
"Go on!" Peter shouted, turning toward her abruptly and promptly banging the knee of one

 
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