"Picnic At Lac Du Sang" - читать интересную книгу автора (Masterton Graham)

She looked rather like the Snow Queen, from the story that his mother used
to tell him when he was young, frigid and stern.
'I had a very good time, thank you,' he told her, 'Well ... let's put it
this way, I had a very interesting time.'
She reached out and stroked his cheek. Her colourless eyes were almost
sad.
'Why do you - ' he began, and hesitated. Then he managed to say, 'Why do
you do this? These girls, they're all so young. They have so much in front
of them ... so much life to lead.'
'You disapprove,' she said. 'I thought, from the moment that I opened the
door, that you would disapprove.'
'It's not that I disapprove. It's more like I don't understand.'
She gave him a smile like diluted milk. She unfolded and refolded her
negligщe and gave him the briefest flash of heavy white breasts, with
areolas the colour of rose-petals, as they turn to brown.
'It isn't necessary for you to understand, Vincent. All you have to do is
to enjoy yourself, and pay.'


'I mean, how did you discover this place?' Vincent asked Baubay, as they
drove back toward Montreal along the Laurentian Autoroute. 'It's great,
I'll grant you that, but it's so strange.'
'What's strange about it? I think it's very normal. I went to a club in
San Francisco where everybody was jerking off all over the place and there
were three guys trying to make out with a one-legged woman. You've been
closeted, Vincent. You don't know the half of what goes on. Group sex,
leather clubs, bestiality. Compared to all of that, Mme Leduc is
respectability itself.'
'So how did you find it?'
'Some guy at Dane Shearman Philips told me about it. Mme Leduc encourages
her clients to pass on her card to anybody who might appreciate what she
has to offer.'
'Seven young girls, not much more than eighteen years old. One of them six
months' pregnant.'
'Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it. Don't tell me you won't he going
back.'
Vincent said nothing, but looked ahead at the glittering lights of
downtown Montreal. It looked unreal, like a city painted on the sky.


And of course he did go back, only three days later, and on his own this
time. The hot weather had broken into a thunderous electric storm, and
even though he parked his rental car right outside the house he was soaked
by the time he reached the porch. He was still drying his face with his
handkerchief when the door opened and Mme Leduc appeared - dressed in a
robe of peach-coloured silk.
'Why Vincent. I didn't expect you so soon.'
'I should have called, I know, but I didn't know your number.'
'And you didn't want to ask Francois for it, because you didn't want
Francois to know that you were coming here?'