"Bill the Galactic Hero" - читать интересную книгу автора (Asprin Robert)

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"Ain't you reached puberty?"

"Gee..."

"What you gonna do here?"

Eager reached under the table and dragged out a canvas grip. He opened it to
show them that it was packed with great purple boots. "I thought I'd catch up
on my polishing."

They walked slowly down the wooden sidewalk, silent for the moment. "I wonder
if there is something wrong with Eager?" Bill asked, but no one answered him.
They were looking down the rutted street, at a brilliantly illuminated sign
that cast a tempting, ruddy glow.

SPACEMEN'S REST it said. CONTINUOUS STRIP SHOW and BEST DRINKS and better
PRIVATE ROOMS FOR GUESTS AND THEIR FRIENDS. They walked faster. The front wall
of the Spacemen's Rest was covered with shatterproof glass cases filled with
tri-di pix of the fully dressed (bangle and double stars) entertainers, and
further in with pix of them nude (debangled with fallen stars). Bill stayed
the quick sound of panting by pointing to a -small sign almost lost among the
tumescent wealth of mammaries.

OFFICERS ONLY It read.

"Move along," an MP grated, and poked at them with his electronic nightstick.
They shuffled on.

The next establishment admitted men of all classes, but the cover charge
was seventy-seven credits, more than they all had between them. After that
the OFFICERS ONLY began again, until the pavement ended and all the lights
were behind them.

"What's that?" Ugly asked at the sound of murmured voices from a nearby
darkened street, and peering closely they saw a line of troopers that stretched
out of sight around a distant comer. "What's this?" he asked the last man in
the line.

"Lower-ranks cathouse. Two credits, two minutes. And don't try to.buck the
line, bowb. On the back, on the back."

They joined up instantly, and Bill ended up last, but not for long.
They shuffled forward slowly, and other troopers appeared and cued up behind
him. The night was cool, and he took many life-preserving slugs from his
bottle. There was little conversation and what there was died as the red-lit
portal loomed ever closer. It opened and closed at regular intervals, and one
by one Bill's buddies slipped in to partake of its satisfying, though rapid,
pleasures. Then it was his turn and the door started to open and he started
to step forward and the sirens started to scream and a large MP with a great
fat belly jumped between Bill and the door.

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