"Philip Jose Farmer - The Image Of The Beast" - читать интересную книгу автора (Farmer Phillip Jose)

time, he--in
common with the others in the room--had jumped and some had sworn and
one had
yelled.
The cloth was tight against the genitals, and a shift in angle of
lighting
suddenly revealed that the cloth was semitransparent. The hairs
formed a dark
triangle, and the slit took in the cloth enough to show that the
cloth was tight
against the slit.
Abruptly, and Childe jumped again even though he knew what was
coming, the
cloth sank in more deeply, as if something inside the vagina had
spread the lips
open.
Then something bulged against the cloth, something that could
only have come
from within the woman. It thrust the cloth up; the cloth shook as if
a tiny fist
or head were beating against it, and then the bulge sank back, and
the cloth was
quiet again.
The Commissioner, two seats away from Childe, said, "What the
bell could
that be?" He blew out cigar smoke and then began coughing. Childe
coughed, too.
"It could be something mechanical up her cunt," Childe said. "Or
it could
be..." He let the words, and his thoughts, hang. No hermaphrodite, as
far as he
knew, had a penis within the vaginal canal. Anyway, that wasn't a
penis sliding
out; that looked like an independent entity--gave the feeling of one,
rather--and certainly the thing had beat against the cloth at more
than one
place.
 Now the camera swung around at a level a few inches above Colben
and several
feet in front of him. It showed the feet, seemingly enormous at this
narrow
distance, the thickly muscled and hairy calves and thighs spread out
on the
Y-shaped table, the big testicles, the fat worm of the penis, no
longer lolling
against the thigh but beginning to get fatter and to lift its swollen
red head.
Colben could not have seen the woman enter, but he had evidently been
conditioned so that he knew she would come in within a certain time
after he was