"Foster, Alan Dean - Flinx - Bloodhype" - читать интересную книгу автора (Foster Alan Dean)

He pulled into a small cove, dodging one floating log, and cut the engine
at the proper moment. The phaeton sank gently into the sand. lie released
the doors, letting her exit first no he could watch the tight suit tauten
over bar perfect backside as she stepped out. He followed.

Passing her, he unlocked a side storage compartment in the lee of the ship,
started to pull out a large package.

"I think you'll find that for an inflatable setup this is rather exotic,
including as it does a ЦУ

"Don't bother."

He paused in his unwrapping, looked up at her. She was grinning right back.

"I hope you'll understand, but while you're not bad looking, something
about obvious cosmetic jobs puts me off my tick. More importantly, initial
psycho?emotional analysis indicates mental discrepancies confluent with
your successive immature oeillades."

УHuh?"

"To summarize, you don't turn me on, buster. And besides," she said as she
turned to re?enter the cab of the raft, "it's way past my check?in time."

"Just a second, pretty bitch. You know what this is?" All pretense at
politeness had been dropped. A small object sat in his palm. She glanced
down at it.

"It appears to be a Secun vibraknife, battery powered. Very efficient. It
will cut many metals, most plastics, but not ceramic alloy and ?a few other
things. Do I pass?" She was facing him now, hands on hips.

"Oh you are funny. But we'll change that. Since your face is not composed
of ceramic alloy, or `a few other things,' this toy is sufficient to make a
very unpretty mess of it. I'd rather do this nicely, but if you'd rather be
persuaded?

"Okay, okay. I was only kidding, luv! I'm convinced." She came towards him,
biting her lower lip uncertainly, and put both hands around his neck.
Trembling, her lips moved towards his.

Kingsley was puzzled. He couldn't remember lying down. That blueness above
him was unquestionably the sky, so he knew he was lying down. Yes, it was
very blue and had fluffy white clouds in it.

The back of his neck hurt.

He sat up and rubbed it. The Phaeton floated a few meters offshore. The