"Laymon, Richard - The Traveling Vampire Show" - читать интересную книгу автора (Laymon Richard)

"Probably has a whole crew." She wiped her chest, her arms. "And they
might not be model citizens," I said.

Laughing softly, she lowered her head and began to wipe the sweat off
her belly and sides. I sneaked a glance at her breasts. The thin
pouches of her bikini top were stretched smooth with them. Around the
edges of the fabric, I glimpsed pale slopes of skin.

"We'll have to be careful," I said.

"Yeah. If they look really scurvy, we'd better forget the whole
thing."

Hearing footsteps, we both turned our heads and saw Rusty trudging
toward us.

Slim continued to rub at herself with the balled shirt. I wanted her
to put it back on, but I didn't say anything.

"All set," Rusty said. I saw him check her out. "What's going on?"
"Nothing much," Slim told him. "Just waiting for you."

"We're thinking we'll have to be really careful," I explained.
"Valeria's gonna have .... "

"Casket keepers," Slim threw in.

Rusty smiled and nodded.

"No telling how many people might be with the show," I said.

"And it's likely a scurrrrvy lot," added Slim with a bit of Long John
Silver in her voice.

"They go around with a traveling vampire show," Rusty said, "they've
gotta be at least a little strange."

"And maybe dangerous," I said.

Rusty suddenly frowned. "You guys aren't gonna chicken out, are you?"
Before either of us had a chance to answer, he said, ""Cause going
irregardless."

"Irregardless ain't a word, Einstein," Slim told him.

"Is too."

She wasn't one to argue. She just gave him a funny smile, then pulled
her T-shirt on. "Let's go."