"Pat Murphy - Rachel In Love" - читать интересную книгу автора (Murphy Pat)

hand with redpainted fingernails. When she looks at the dark screen of the television set, she can see her
reflection. She is a thin teenager with blonde hair and blue eyes. She is naked.

Jake is looking at her and smiling. He runs a hand down her back and she closes her eyes in ecstasy.

But something changes when she closes her eyes. Jake is groom-ing her as her mother used to groom
her, sorting through her hair in search of fleas. She opens her eyes and sees Johnson, his diligent fingers
searching through her fur, his intent brown eyes watching her. The reflection on the television screen
shows two chimps, tan-gled in each others' arms.

Rachel wakes to find she is in heat for the first time since she came to the center. The skin surrounding
her genitals is swollen and pink.

For the rest of the day, she is restless, pacing to and fro in her cage. On his side of the wire mesh wall,
Johnson is equally restless, following her when she goes outside, sniffing long and hard at the edge of the
barrier that separates him from her.

That night, Rachel goes eagerly to help Jake clean. She follows him closely, never letting him get far from
her. When he is sweep-ing, she trots after him with the dustpan and he almost trips over her twice. She
keeps waiting for him to notice her condition, but he seems oblivious.

As she works, she sips from a cup of whiskey. Excited, she drinks more than usual, finishing two full
cups. The liquor leaves her a little disoriented, and she sways as she follows Jake to the janitor's lounge.
She curls up close behind him on the couch. He relaxes with his arms resting on the back of the couch,
his legs stretching out before him. She moves so that she presses against him.

He stretches, yawns, and rubs the back of his neck as if trying to rub away stiffness. Rachel reaches
around behind him and begins to gently rub his neck, reveling in the feel of his skin, his hair against the
backs of her hands. The thoughts that hop and skip through her mind are confusing. Sometimes it seems
that the hair that tickles her hands is Johnson's; sometimes, she knows it is Jake's. And some-times it
doesn't seem to matter. Are they really so different? They are not so different.

She rubs his neck, not knowing what to do next. In the confes-sions magazines, this is where the man
crushes the woman in his arms. Rachel climbs into Jake's lap and hugs him, waiting for him to crush her in
his arms. He blinks at her sleepily. Half asleep, he strokes her, and his moving hand brushes near her
genitals. She presses herself against him, making a soft sound in her throat. She rubs her hip against his
crotch, aware now of a slight change in his smell, in the tempo of his breathing. He blinks at her again, a
little more awake now. She bares her teeth in a smile and tilts her head back to lick his neck. She can feel
his hands on her shoulders, pushing her away, and she knows what he wants. She slides from his lap and
turns, presenting him with her pink genitals, ready to be mounted, ready to have him penetrate her. She
moans in anticipation, a low inviting sound.

He does not come to her. She looks over her shoulder and he is still sitting on the couch, watching her
through halfclosed eyes. He reaches over and picks up a magazine filled with pictures of naked women.
His other hand drops to his crotch and he is lost in his own world.

Rachel howls like an infant who has lost its mother, but he does not look up. He is staring at the picture
of the blonde woman.

Rachel runs down dark corridors to her cage, the only home she has. When she reaches her corridor,