"Picnic At Lac Du Sang" - читать интересную книгу автора (Masterton Graham)

a clinic only four blocks away.'
Catherine stood up close to him, smiling her dreamy smile. Her nipples
were knurled and stiff, and she pressed the hard globe of her stomach up
against his reluctantly-rising erection. 'There,' she said, 'you do still
like me, after all.'
'I don't just like you, Catherine.'
'Then prove it,' she challenged him. She tugged down his zipper and pried
his cock out of his shorts. He said, 'No, not that,' but she gave him two
or three irresistible rubs with her hand and he didn't say anything else
after that.
He watched her as she knelt in front of him, her eyes closed, her pouting
lips encircling his reddened erection. Her check bulged as she took him in
deeper, and her tongue swam around his glans like a warm seal. He ran his
hands through her hair and fondled her ears and he felt so weak, but so
transported with pleasure, that he knew he had to have her for ever, for
himself. He would raise her and he would raise her baby, both. He would
guard her and protect her and make love to her all night.
His sperm flew into her hair and crowned her with pearls. She looked up
and smiled at him, and outside the house the thunder rumbled and rattled
the windows.
'Would you like to live with me?' he asked her.
She squeezed his softening penis with her hand. 'Of course ... if only it
were possible.'
'Then let me take you away from here. Tomorrow night, I'll come for you,
yes?'
She held out her hand and he helped her onto her feet. 'If only it were
possible,' she repeated, and kissed him, very frankly, on the lips.


'You're nuts,' said Baubay. 'You know what the penalty is for kidnap?'
'She wants me,' Vincent told him. 'She said she'd come to live with me, if
I got her out of there.'
'Those girls say anything you want to hear. It's what you pay them for.'
'Catherine's different.'
'The only thing different about Catherine is that she's got a bun in the
oven.'
'Francois, if you don't help me with this then I'll do it on my own.'
'I still say you're nuts.'
They drew up outside the house. Vincent had pursuaded Baubay to bring him
up here for another evening with Mme Leduc and her girls, with the promise
that he would pay, but as they approached St Michel-des-Monts he had
explained his plan to take Catherine away with him.
'Supposing Violette was telling you the truth about Lac du Sang?'
'Oh, come on, Francois. Get real. A bordello full of immortal
schoolgirls?'
I guess, when you say it like that.'
They knocked at the door and Mme Leduc answered, dressed in scarlet silk.
'Well, well,' she said, as she took them inside. 'Like a bee to the
honeypot, Vincent? Can't keep away?'
Vincent gave a self-deprecating shrug.