"Folsom, Allan - The Day After Tomorrow" - читать интересную книгу автора (Folsom Allan)

today, instead of totring Switzerland, they flew to Ei3g]and? they
could have Tonight and all day Sunday and all of Sunday night in 1-)idon
or wherever in England Vera wanted to go. Monday morning he could put
her -on a train to Dover and from there she could take the ferry or
hover speed the Channel directly to Calais.

The sense of it came in a rush, and without thinking more he reached for
the telephone. It was only when he was talking to the female clerk at
the front desk, and asking how to dial Air Europe, that he realized he
was still naked. Not only that but he had an erection, which he seemed
to have most of the time Vera was anywhere near. All at once he felt
like a teenager on an illicit weekend. Except, as a teenager he'd never
had an illicit weekend. Those things had happened to others, not him.
Strong and handsome as he was-and had been, even then-he'd remained a
virgin until he was nearly twenty-two and a student in medical school.
Things other boys did, he'd never done. Though he boasted he had, just
to keep from looking the fool. The villain was, as always, the same,
the in- tense and uncontrollable fear that sex would lead to attachment,
and attachment, love. And once committed to love, it was only a matter
of time before he would find a way to destroy it. At first Vera said
no, England was too expensive, too impulsive. But then he'd taken her
hand and pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. Nothing, he told her,
was more expensive or impulsive than life. And nothing was more
important to him than spending as many hours with her as possible, and
they could do that best if they went to London today. e was serious.
She could see it in his eyes when she pulled back to look at him, and
feel it in his touch when he smiled and ran the back of his hand gently
down the side of her face.

"Yes.". She smiled. "Yes, let's go to England. But after that, no
more, okay?" Her smile left, and for the first time since he'd known
her, she became serious.

"You have a career, Paul. I have mine and I want it to continue the way
it is."

"Okay-" He grinned and leaned forward to kiss her, but she pulled back.

"No. First agree. After London we won't see each other again.,)

"Your work means that much to you?"

"What I have already done to get through medical college. What I have
yet to do. Yes, it means that much. And I won't apologize for saying
it or meaning it."

"Then . . ." He paused. "I agree."

London had been a blur. Vera wanted to stay somewhere discreet,
somewhere she would not run into a former classmate or professor-or