"Jerry Davis - Halloween Ants (2)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davis Jerry)

Randy nodded slowly, his eyes going unfocused again. "I know
what you mean."
"The really crappy part is I still haven't had any
breakfast, and I'm starving. You wouldn't happen to have any of
your rabbit jerky around, would you?"
Randy gave him a sharp look. "No!" He saw that Brad was
taken aback, and he softened his voice. "No. I'm not going to make
any more. I think the rabbit is … tainted."
"Oh, come on! Everyone in town eats your jerked jackrabbit.
It's great!"
Randy shook his head, looking down. "I'm sorry. I don't have


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any." He took a few steps away, then paused and turned around.
"I'll talk to you later," he said. "I have things I gotta do."
"Do you need some help?" Brad asked.
"No." Randy's tone was flat. Final. He turned around and
walked away.
Brad watched him go, then wandered off in the opposite
direction. He had no destination in mind. Not wanting to go home,
and unable to go to the clubhouse, Brad roamed the golf course at
random and tried to ignore his empty stomach. Maybe, he thought, I
should have brought my clubs. He watched other golfers as they
drove and putted. One particular couple caught his attention – a
slightly overweight blond woman and her husband, people he'd met
but forgotten their names. They looked to be in their late
thirties, and healthy. The woman looked good. She was wearing
shorts and a half-shirt, and he could see her belly button. She
had some meat on her, and a little padding – not much, really –
and nice, full breasts. Watching her, his mouth began to water.
His stomach growled.
They drove their balls down the fairway and then took their
clubs and walked. Brad followed, keeping to the side by the trees.
They noticed him following, and kept glancing back at him
nervously. Brad thought about approaching them, maybe asking to
see an interesting club. He could use it on their heads, and once
down, pull her half shirt up and—
Brad realized what he was thinking, and he turned away in
horror. But he was so hungry. She looked so good! He could imagine
biting down hard, then pull away, ripping the flesh. It would be
so hot and succulent in his mouth, so alive, so … Brad looked down
at his hands, which were shaking. He made fists of them and put
them to his face, pressing hard. His hunger was a knot in his
midsection that was twisting tighter.
He turned back toward the couple, who was openly staring at
him now. He started toward them and he saw the woman back away.
The man looked startled, and he fumbled in his golf bag, reaching