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

I'd learned how to drive in Lee's pickup with her as my teacher. If
she hadn't taught me, I might've never learned how to drive. More had
been useless as an instructor, squealing "Watch out" every two seconds.
Dad had snapped orders at me like a drill instructor. My brother Stu
was a tail-gating speed-demon; being taught how to drive by Stu
would're been like taking gun safety lessons from Charlie Starkweather.
Danny might've been all right, but Lee was in the kitchen when we
started talking about it, and she volunteered. That was the previous
summer, when I'd been fifteen.

I spent plenty of time that summer hanging out with friends my own age:
Rusty and Slim (calling herself Dagny) and a kid named Earl Grodin who
had an outboard motorboat and wanted to take us fishing on the river
every day. We did go fishing almost every day. Earl loved to fish.
The strange thing was, he insisted on using worms for bait but he hated
to touch them. So Rusty and Dagny and I took turns baiting his hook
for him. And teasing him. You've never seen such a sissy about worms.
Eventually, Dagny tossed a live one into her mouth. As she chewed it
up, Earl gaped at her in horror. Then he gagged. Then he slapped her
across the face as if to knock the worm out of her mouth so I slugged
him in the nose and knocked him overboard. After that, he didn't take
us out fishing any more. But the summer was almost over by then,
anyhow, so we didn't mind very much.

We sure had fun on his boat while it lasted, but I had even better fun
on the roads with Lee.

Being a school teacher, she had the summers off. She told me to drop
by the house whenever I wanted driving lessons, so that's what I did.

The first time out, she told me to get behind the wheel of her big old
pickup truck. She sat in the passenger seat, gave me a few
instructions, and off we went. Their house was near the edge of town,
so we didn't need to worry much about traffic. Good thing, too. Even
though the driving part of the operation turned out to be easy, I did
have trouble keeping my eyes on the road.

That's because Lee was a knockout.

You take a lot of beautiful women, they're shits. But not Lee. She
was down-to-earth, friendly and funny. I'd say that she was just a
normal person, but she wasn't. She was better than normal people. Way
better. She didn't seem to know it, though.

When we went driving, she usually wore shorts. Not cut-off jeans, but
real shorts. They might be red or white or blue or yellow or pink, but
they were always very short and tight. She had great legs. They were
tanned and smooth and very hard to keep my eyes away from.

On top, she might wear a T-shirt or a knit pullover or a short-sleeved