"Ian Watson - The FireWorm" - читать интересную книгу автора (Watson Ian)

A paw clutched at TedтАЩs cock and balls, to squeeze. Pressure mounted, painfully тАФ but also thrillingly.
Squirming to turn, Ted found himself pressed against not Gibbon, but the naked goddess of his drawing.
Her breasts squashed against his face; the hair at the base of her stomach prickled him. A bright light,
bright as the sun, crescendoed somewhere. He felt wet, and woke. Down inside the bed his fingers
touched his groin which was soaked with hot sticky liquid. He smelt a salty-sweet tang.

Gavin didnтАЩt coincide with him, the next school day; but the day after he was hanging about near the park
gate. Ted hadnтАЩt wanted to tell his mother what happened in bed, but now he told Gavin.

Gavin nodded. тАЬThatтАЩsnatural . ItтАЩs called a wet dream. Was I in the dream?тАЭ

тАЬYou?тАЭ asked Ted, puzzled.

тАЬIf Gibbon was, I thought I might have been.тАЭ

тАЬThe woman I drew was in it. I told you.тАЭ

Gavin shook his head dismissively.

Above the school playing field was a small wild grassy plateau with precipitous sides. The boys called it
тАЬthe Lost WorldтАЭ and occasionally agile disobedient pupils such as Bill Gibbon would climb up there to
lie hidden on top. The headmaster had put the plateau out of bounds, as a boy once fell off and broke his
leg. Cricketers who werenтАЩt yet in to bat were supposed to stay near the green-painted pavilion, with its
scoreboard and changing room. Those who had already batted could watch play from anywhere around
the fringes of the field, on the flat.

As Ted, in white shorts, shirt, and sandshoes, was sprawling on the grass eyeing bowlers and batsmen in
total boredom and watching a ladybird climb a green blade, Gibbon and his chum Malcolm Davies
loomed over him.

тАЬYouтАЩre sucking up to that Gavin Percy,тАЭ Gibbon said. Even Gibbon Junior was much burlier than Ted.
тАЬYouтАЩre his pet, hoping heтАЩll help you with your homework.тАЭ

тАЬNo,тАЭ Ted said feebly. тАЬThat isnтАЩt true.тАЭ

тАЬIтАЩll tell my big brother about you and him if you donтАЩt come up the Lost World with us after the game.
WeтАЩre going to tie you up with strong grass and leave you. YouтАЩll miss your tea, and get five hundred
lines and the slipper for being up there.тАЭ

The two boys ambled off, leaving Ted hollow and scared.

Strong grass braided together would cut wounds in his wrists and ankles if he tried to free himself.
Gibbon might debag him too, steal his shorts. If he didnтАЩt do as they said,Brian Gibbon would be told.
Ted worried desperately.

After the game, however, he ran off home. In bed that night he fretted for ages because he hadnтАЩt gone
up the Lost World and wished morning would never arrive, when he must go to school to face Gibbon
and Davies.