"Jerry Davis - The Moon at Noon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davis Jerry)

locked, as it was not safe beyond. Mike, fortunately, had a pass
key which he'd swiped from a janitor two weeks before. Within
seconds he was out in the sunshine on the roof, with all of Center
City in view.
Now he had to work fast, for there would be security guards
after him within the next few minutes. He opened the pack, pulled
out the aluminum and nylon contents, and then began removing his
safety suit. After that was off, he removed all the rest of his
clothes --- everything, including the helmet. The only thing that
remained was the Ralph Nader mask. He stood naked on the roof,
shoving his clothing into the pack, and with that done he began
pulling out the telescoping aluminum struts and unfolding the
nylon wings of his hang glider. He had eight wing nuts to fasten
and twelve buttons to snap. He worked quickly but with precision,
as he'd practiced this over fifty times in his garage. He had done
it in secret, as hang gliders were strictly forbidden, and mere
possession of one was a felony --- now he was doing it bare-ass
naked on the top of a public building, in full view of the world.
The wings spread out and caught the faint breeze, glittering
with all the colors of a butterfly. Mike finished the last few
snaps and stashed his pack with his safety suit and helmet in a
net at the top of the harness. He looped the padded harness around
him and stood near the building's edge, nerving himself. He
thought of the words written by his hero, the great 1960's pop
philosopher Ashleigh Brilliant, "Should I abide by the rules until
they're changed, or help speed the change by breaking them?" The
door behind him burst open and a half-dozen security guards rushed
out onto the roof, and Mike, startled, ran for the edge of the
building. "Speed the change!" he shouted out loud, his voice


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cracking with excitement. He took one last long step and the
building was behind him.
The first few seconds were the biggest thrill, as he felt
himself plummeting through the air. Then the wings caught and
yanked him up, and he curved up and around to taunt the guards on
the building top. They stared at him like a group of knights in
black, leathery armor, some of them even smiling. Mike waved, made
a steep bank and turned away.
It was a dizzy feeling, reeling through the air with it
rushing across his bare skin, pulling at the little hairs on his
chest, arms and legs. He was eye-level with the sea gulls and
pigeons, sharing their element, scaring them off the ledges of the
tower and sending them squawking away. The excitement and the
caress of the air was of sexual intensity, and his sexual organ
responded in kind. He flew several times around the tower, seeing
shocked faces pressed up against tinted windows, before he turned