"Gene Wolfe - Endangered Species" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wolfe Gene)

"Castrating woman." The shower coughed, doused him
with icy spray, coughed again.

"You look worried."

"No."

"Is it your dad?"

He shook his head, then thrust it under the spray, fingers
combing his dark, curly hair.

"You think he'll come out here? Today?"

He withdrew, considering. "If he's back from Washington,
and he knows we're here."

"But he couldn't know, could he?"

He turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, already
damp and a trifle sandy. "I don't see how."

"Only he might guess." Lissy was no longer smiling.
"Where else couid we go? Hey, what did we do with my
underwear?"

"Your place. Your folks'. Any motel."

She swung long, golden legs out of bed, still holding the
sheet across her lap. Her breasts were nearly perfect hemi-
spheres, except for the tender protrusions of their pink nip-
ples. He decided he had never seen breasts like that. He sat
down on the bed beside her. "I love you very much," he said.
"You know that?"

It made her smile again. "Does that mean you're coming
back to bed?"
"If you want me to."

"I want a swimming lesson. What will people say if I tell
them I came here and didn't go swimming."

He grinned at her. "That it's that time of the month."

"You know what you are? You're filthy!" She pushed him.
"Absolutely filthy! I'm going to bite your ears off." Tangled
in the sheet, they fell off the bed together. "There they are!"

"There what are?"