"Pike, Christopher - Whisper Of Death.(1991)TXT" - читать интересную книгу автора (Pike Christopher)

"I will love you," he corrected himself. "Is that
good enough?"

I nodded, feeling the hay at the back of my neck,
sliding down my shirt. "Yeah. Just don't wait too
long."

"I won't," he promised.

And then, just before it all began, and the train
raced down the hill to the bottom, I asked him one
question. I didn't want to. His answer stood a fifty
percent chance of ruining everything. But I had to ask
it. I stared at the pitchfork as I spoke, lying so
innocently beside us.

"Is this your first time?" I asked.

"Is it yours?"

"Yes."

He kissed the side of my face. "It's my first time,
too, Rox."

I cannot talk too much about the sex. It was better
than ice cream. It was like a summer night before
summer really began, before school let out. For me
anticipation has always been stronger than the reality,
and this was such rich anticipation, so constant, that
it couldn't help but be fulfilled. What I mean is, I was
happy in his arms, like I was that night we were
together in the arms of the stars. I felt so much a part
of him I honestly believed, for a long time afterward,
that I could be a part of everything.

Did I think of protection against pregnancy? We
only made love that one time. I hardly had a chance to
think anything. I suppose the thought of contracep-
tives crossed my mind after we were done. But that's
the same as thinking about your parachute after
you've jumped. You can think all you want-the
ground doesn't give a damn.

I suspected I was pregnant two weeks later. I wasn't
late on my period, not yet, but something inside me
had changed. A doctor would have said it was hor-
monal. Maybe, but it was more than that. / had
changed, not just my body. But it wasn't like some-
thing had been added inside, the way new mothers