"James Morrow - Auspicious Eggs" - читать интересную книгу автора (Morrow James)

"No," says Kate once again. She drops her cigarette on the floor,
crushes it with her shoe, and wraps her arms around him. "I'm not ovulating,"
she avers, forcing her stiff and slippery tongue inside his mouth. "Your sperm
aren't..."
"Last night, the Holy Father received a vision," Xallibos announces
from the video monitor. "Pictures straight from Satan's flaming domain. Hell
is a fact, friends. It's as real as a stubbed toe."

Stephen whips off Kate's chemise with all the dexterity of Father
Monaghan removing a christening gown. The rum, of course, has much to do with
their mutual willingness (four glasses each, only mildly diluted with Dr.
Pepper), but beyond the Arbutus the two of them have truly earned this moment.
Neither has ever skipped Mass. Neither has ever missed a Sacrament of
Extramarital Intercourse. And while any act of nonconceptual love technically
lies beyond the Church's powers of absolution, surely Christ will forgive them
a solitary lapse. And so they go at it, this sterile union, this forbidden
fruitlessness, this coupling from which no soul can come.
"Hedonists dissolving in vats of molten sulfur," says Xallibos.
The bedroom door squeals open. One of Kate's middle children, Beatrice,
a gaunt six-year-old with flaking skin, enters holding a rude toy boat
whittled from a hunk of bark.
"Look what I made in school yesterday!"
"We're busy," says Kate, pulling the tattered muslin sheet over her
nakedness.
"Do you like my boat, Stephen?" asks Beatrice.
He slams a pillow atop his groin. "Lovely, dear."
"Go back to bed," Kate commands her daughter.
"Onanists drowning in lakes of boiling semen," says Xallibos.
Beatrice fixes Stephen with her receding eyes. "Can we sail it tomorrow
on Parson's Pond?"
 "Certainly. Of course. Please go away."
"Just you and me, right, Stephen? Not Claude or Tommy or Yolanda or
_anybody._"
"Flaying machines," says Xallibos, "peeling the damned like ripe
bananas."
"Do you want a spanking?" seethes Kate. "That's exactly what you're
going to get, young lady, the worst spanking of your whole life!"
The child issues an elaborate shrug and strides off in a huff.
"I love you," Stephen tells his wife, removing the pillow from his
privates like a chef lifting the lid from a stew pot.
Again they press together, throwing all they have into it, every limb
and gland and orifice, no holds barred, no positions banned.
"Unpardonable," Kate groans.
"Unpardonable," Stephen agrees. He's never been so excited. His entire
body is an appendage to his loins.
"We'll be damned," she says.
"Forever," he echoes.
"Kiss me," she commands.
"Farewell, friends," says Xallibos. "And keep those kiddies coming!"
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