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penis with
her tongue many times, kissed it lightly several times, flicked out
her tongue
to dab its head with the tip while she held it at the root. Then she
walked
around the leg of the Y and between the legs and began to suck on his
penis
energetically.
At this point, a tinny piano, like those played in the old-time
bars or in
the silent movie theaters, began Dvorak's Humoresque. The camera
shifted to a
position above Colben's face; his eyes were closed and he was looking
ecstatic,
that is, stupidly happy.
For the first time, the woman spoke.
"Tell me just before you're ready to come, darling. Maybe thirty
or so
seconds before, yes? I have a beautiful surprise for you. Something
new."
The voice had been printed and run off by the police on an
oscilloscope and
studied. But distortions had been introduced into it. That was why
the voice
sounded so hollow and wavery.
"Go slower, baby," Colben said. "Take it easy, put it off like
you did the
last time. That was the greatest orgasm I ever had in my life. You're
going a
little too fast now. And don't stick your finger up my ass like you
did then.
You cut my piles."
The first time the scene had been shown, some of the cops had
snickered.
Nobody snickered now. There was an unheard but easily felt shift in
the audience
now. The smoke seemed to get hard and brittle; the green milk in the
light beam
became more sour. The Commissioner sucked in air so hard a rattle
sounded in his
throat and then he began coughing.
The piano was playing The William Tell Overture now. The tinny
music was so
incongruous, and yet it was the incongruity that made it seem so
horrible.
The woman raised her head and said, "You about ready to come, mon
petit?"
Colben breathed, "Oh, Jesus, just about!"
The woman looked into the camera and smiled. The flesh seemed to
fade away,