"James Patrick Kelly - Big Guy" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kelly James Patrick)

Big Guy nodded, definite as a bullet. тАЬIndependent op.тАЭ There were only nine on the ship. He tried to
calculate how long it would take her to figure out which one he was.

тАЬI didn't know security guards did that well.тАЭ Ghatak looked skeptical.

тАЬHe's here, isn't he?тАЭ said Cat. тАЬProtect me, Big Guy?тАЭ

тАЬThis is virtuality,тАЭ Ghatak said. тАЬWe don't need protection.тАЭ

тАЬNo?тАЭ She smiled, showing Murph her tiny square incisors, the dagger canines that fit into grooves in her
gums. Murph had seen that smile before. He peeled the shoe from his right foot.
тАЬSo Doctor ...тАЭ Cat reached behind her to unseal the dress. тАЬ... when you cut them open, what exactly
do they smell like?тАЭ

тАЬWhat?тАЭ

She dipped a shoulder and the dress sagged down to the collarbone, revealed the swell of a breast.
тАЬInside, I mean.тАЭ

For a second Doctor John Ghatak of 21 Spring Street, Gardner, Kansas froze. He looked about as
godlike as a rabbit caught in headlights. He tugged abruptly at his dhoti and then popped like a lie. There
was a sharp gasp, as air rushed to fill the void he'd left. All that was left was the necklace of skulls.

Cat threw her head back and laughed. тАЬLacked the courage of his erection.тАЭ The dress fell to her waist.
The fur on her breasts was only as thick as the hair on Murph's arm. тАЬI thought he'd never leave.тАЭ

He wanted to rub his thumbs across her nipples. тАЬWhy were you with him?тАЭ

тАЬYou were late.тАЭ She picked up Shiva's necklace. тАЬAnd he tasted desperate. I liked that.тАЭ She wrapped
it idly around two fingers. тАЬThought he might try hanging off the edge with me.тАЭ The skulls clicked. тАЬBut
he was only pretending not to be afraid.тАЭ

тАЬSo what do I taste like?тАЭ

She licked her lips. тАЬDon't know. Yet.тАЭ She put the necklace on and shed the dress. Her gaze was
steady, testing, as she lay across the blanket. She arranged herself languidly, propped on an elbow, hips
cocked toward him.

тАЬI'll hang off the edge with you.тАЭ He reached for her. тАЬI'll even let go.тАЭ She opened her arms to him. Her
mouth. Her tongue was thin and pliant at the edges, but like sandpaper deeper in.

He knelt in front of her. She unsealed his pants, slipped her hand inside. Her palm glided over the curve
of his great belly. Lower,lower . He watched her, quivering with dread and desire.

Her touch lightened when she realized what he'd done. She glanced up at him. тАЬWhy?тАЭ She tugged at his
pants until they slid down and gathered in great folds at his knees. тАЬYou want something different?тАЭ But
she knew, she had to know.

тАЬTo meet you,тАЭ he said. тАЬTouch your face, see where you live. Everything.тАЭ