"Steve Perry - Matador 7 - Brother Death" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Steven)

"Huh? How come?"

"Great big thing like you in here stupe-faced over a baby. Some kind of tough guy you are. Sleel would
fall down laughing, he knew about this."

"Yeah? Last time I talked to Sleel, he said after seeing little Saval he and Kee were thinking seriously
about having one of their own. This is a special kid here."

Veate leaned over and kissed his arm. "What am I going to do with you? You get any prouder and you'll
explode. Come on." She tugged at him.

"Where?"

"Remember how we made this extraordinary babe?"

He grinned. "Vaguely."

"Vaguely? You thug!"

She started to move away in mock anger, but he picked her up, as easily as a normal-sized man might
pick up a small child. He cradled her. "Hey, I'm old," he said. "Can't expect me to remember everything."

"I expect you to forget your name before you forget lovemaking with me, Saval Bork!"

"Who? What did you call me?"

She pretended to pout. "That's better. Not good enough, but better."

He carried her from the nursery to their bedroom.

Love wasn't about technique, Bork knew that, but if you did love somebody, them knowing pretty much
everything there was to know about the physical aspects of it made it real interesting.

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"Lie back," Veate commanded.

Bork did so.

"Lume control, one-quarter on the overheads."

The computer brought the lights up obediently.

"Lume control, pink spot, centered on the bed."

Her white hair and skin turned to rose quartz.