"Joel Rosenberg - Omnibus 03 - To Home and Ehvenor" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rosenberg Joel C)

"Trouble. I don't know what you've been doing in Biemestren, but that doesn't go here."

"Oh," she said, dismissing the point rather than acknowledging it. She smiled at me as she sat down next
to me, resting warm fingers on my arm for a moment as she pressed her leg up against mine. Not teasing,
just touching.

Explain something to me: why are women two degrees warmer than men are?

And why do I keep getting in trouble over women?

It's real simple, most of it: Ilike the ones I sleep with, whether or not they've got their clothes on,
whether or not they're willing to take them off. Add to that a certain amount of grooming and, er, charm,
and subtract the sense of desperation that most men have around pretty women, and I do okay, or get
into trouble, depending how you look at it.

Tennetty eyed her own fingernails. "I wouldn't worry. If there's anybody here who doesn't know what
happens if he lays a hand on Aeia or Janie, I'll explain itтАФ"

"Thanks much, Ten," Janie said from around a bite of bread, "but I can explain things myself."

"тАФand if I need help, Dunne, Kethol, and Pirojil are always available." Tennetty considered the edge of
a knife I hadn't seen her draw. Like I say, I'm too slow in the morning. "I don't think I'll need help."

Jason brushed the objection away. "That wasn't what I meant. I don't want to have Bren jumping up and
down every time somebody looks crosswise at her."

"Not to worry." Aeia smiled, amused by the thought of Bren Adahan being jealous. "Maybe he'll be too
busy watching me to put his hands on Janie's bottom. It's important to keep the menfolk busy, Janie told
me last night."

She glanced over at Jason, then turned to me, to see if I noticed. I pretended not to, which only made
her smile more.

Jason didn't quite blush. Janie, on the other hand, had a great poker face; she had taken the smile from
her face by the time she had turned back to him.

I guess I was supposed to be upset, but there's part of being a parent that appears to have been left out
of my makeup: the thought of my daughter having sex doesn't bother me. Sorry. Long as she visits the
Spider or the Eareven priest twice a year and gets herself taken care ofтАФsomething I made sure she did
for the first year after menarcheтАФI just hope she has fun.

Somebody trying to force her or hurt her would be different, but that's not sex, dammit. I'd do to that
kind of slime the same thing I did to the last ones that raped her mother. (And no, I wouldn't do it slower.
Doesn't make it any better, and it doesn't make them any deader.)

I wasn't supposed to know what was going on between Janie and Jason, though. It made things simpler.
Jason and I already had enough to argue about.

Aeia went on: "But if I need any help with my social life, I'll be sure to let you know."