"Jack Dann - Ting-A-Ling" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dann Jack)

"You probably should."
"Just think of it as a cuddle. My treat. I'm as good as any of those goddamn directors or
producers you always used to complain about, aren't I?"
Jimmy laughed at that.
"Well? . . ." Marilyn asked.
"Yes," Jimmy said.
"And do you want me to stop now?"
 "No." He gave in to warm wet bliss.
"Well, then you'd better say please or I'll stop."
"You're a bitch, Marilyn, do you know that?"
"Say please. I'm going to count to three. One . . . two . . ."
"Okay, please."
"Nope, too late," she said. She sat up and smiled at him.
"Too late is it?" Jimmy said, stepping hard on the accelerator. "I guess it's time to teach
a lesson."
Marilyn giggled. "Better put that thing back in your pants first." Jimmy grinned at her,
adjusted himself, zipped up his fly, and said, "This ain't finished yet."
"Well, I would hope not. I expect to get some satisfaction for my persistence, and just
remember you said please."
Jimmy turned off the headlights. "It's going to be you saying please very soon now."
"Turn the lights on, Jimmy, what are you trying to prove?"
"See those taillights up ahead? Must be a big Buick or maybe a Caddy like this o
Well, this is going to be like one Caddy kissing another. We'll just give his bumper a little
a sweet little kiss, maybe something like your kissing my dick."
"What are you talking about?" Marilyn asked. "You really are as crazy as everybody say
But rather than fear, there was an edge of excitement in her voice. "Now turn the lights back
and let up on the gas. I'm telling you right now, if you mess up this car, I'll take a tire iron to
that new porch of yours."
Jimmy laughed. "It's a Porsche, and you'd have to find it first." After a beat, he said, "Ok
now let's see what this pig can do." He put the Caddy into overdrive, and the red taillights
ahead seemed to be rushing toward them. "The dumb bastard doesn't even know we're driv
right up his ass."
"Goddammit, Jimmy, slow down," Marilyn shouted, reaching for the steering wheel.\
Jimmy knocked her hand away; his knuckles were white on the steering wheel. The
speedometer read ninety. "You can scream, but don't touch."
Marilyn rolled up her window, as if that would protect her.\
"No, roll it down," Jimmy said. "You got to be right there to hear it," The wind roared in
ears, a wonderful whistling whine, and Marilyn screamed as he drove Marilyn's Cadillac i
the ghostly white Lincoln Continental ahead. But it was indeed just a kiss, as bumper clang
against bumper-one bell-like note and a glimpse of a terrified woman wearing a chic red
hat-and then Jimmy was pulling ahead of the Lincoln as the horn of an oncoming car blared
headlights rushed toward them. Jimmy veered back into the right-hand lane just in time.
Marilyn screamed.
"Did you hear it?" Jimmy asked "Ting-a-fucking-ling."
"Stop the car," Marilyn said.
"It didn't do no damage. It was just a kiss, sweet as a bell."
"Pull the car over right now, and put the lights on before somebody back-ends us or
something."
"There's nobody else on the road."
"Jimmy!"