"Michael Swanwick - Trojan Horse" - читать интересную книгу автора (Swanwick Michael)

"What's wrong with the job?"



"Nothing. I'm just being moody."



She guided his arm around her waist, pressed up against him. "Well, don't be. It's nothing you can
control-I have to have work to do. My boredom threshold is very low."



"I know that." He finally turned to face her, smiled sadly. "I do love you, you know."



"WellтАж maybe I love you, too."



His smile banished all sadness from his face, like a sudden wind that breaks apart the clouds. "Say it
again." His hands reached out to touch her shoulders, her neck, her face. "One more time, with feeling."



"Will nof!" Laughing, she tried to break away from him, but he would not let go, and they fell in a tangle
to the ground. "Beast!" They rolled over and over in the grass. "Brute!" She hammered at his chest, tore
open his jumpsuit, tried to bite his neck.



Tory looked embarrassed, tried to pull away. "Hey, not out here! Somebody could be watching."



The agtechs switched off the arc lamps, plunging Magritte into darkness.
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Tory reached up to touch Elin's face. They made love.



Physically it was no different from things she had done countless times before with lovers and friends and