"Roger Zelazny - Naked Matador" - читать интересную книгу автора (Zelazny Roger)

When I was empty and she was full, she got off and rebuttoned her coat,
not bothering with the skirt.
"Good," she said, squeezing my left biceps. "I was getting tense."
"I was kind of tight myself," I said, zipping and buckling, as she started
the engine. "You've got a very good body."
"I know."
She got onto the road and headed back.
"Where you staying?"
"Southernmost Motel."
"Okay."
As we drove, I wondered why a girl like that didn't have a steady man. I
thought she might be new in town. I thought maybe she didn't want a steady
man. I thought it would be nice to see her again. Too bad I was leaving that
night.
As we went down my street, I saw a blue car with a man I knew sitting in
it, parked in front of my motel. I drew myself down in the seat.
"Go past," I said. "Don't stop!"
"What's the matter?"
"They've found me," I said. "Keep driving."
"The only person I see is a man in a blue Fury. He the one?"
"Yes. He wasn't looking this way. I don't think he saw me."
"He's looking at the motel."
"Good."
She swung around the corner.
"What now?" she said.
"I don't know."
She looked at her watch.
"I have to get home," she said. "I'll take you with me."
"I'd appreciate it."
I stayed low, so I didn't see exactly where she drove. When she finally
stopped and turned off the engine and I rose, I saw that we were in a
driveway beside a small cottage.
"Come on."
I got out and followed her in. We entered a small, simple living room, a
kitchenette off its left end. She headed toward a closed door to the rear.
"There's whisky in the cabinet," she said, gesturing, "wine on the kitchen
counter, beer and sodas in the refrigerator. Have yourself a drink if you
want. I'm going to be back here awhile."
She opened the door. I saw that it was the bathroom. She went in and
closed it. Moments later, I could hear water running.
I crossed the room and opened the cabinet. I was nervous. I wished I
hadn't quit smoking. I closed the cabinet again. Hard liquor might slow me if
trouble came. Besides, I'd rather sip. I went to the kitchen and located a
beer. I paced with it for a time and finally settled onto the green sofa next to
a casually draped serape. The water was still running.
I thought about what I was going to do. It began to rain lightly. I finished
the beer and got another. I looked out of all the windows, even those in the
bedroom in the rear to the left, but there was no one in sight. After a time, I
wanted to use the bathroom, but she was still in there. I wondered what she
was doing for so long.