"Dance Of the Dead" - читать интересную книгу автора (Matheson Richard)

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none" > I'd rather not, said Peggy. If you don't—

What's 'at, frosh? yelled Len and pressed his leg
against the pressing leg of Barbara.

Peggy shook her head and golden hair flew across her cheeks and eyes.
Underneath her yellow dress, underneath her white brassiиre, underneath her
young breast—a heart throbbed heavily. Watch your step, darling, that's all

we ask. Remember, you're all we have in the world now. Mother words
drumming at her; the needle making her draw back into the seat.

Come on, frosh!

The car groaned its shifting weight around a curve and centrifugal force
pressed Peggy into Bud's lean hip. His hand dropped down and fingered at her
leg. Underneath her yellow dress, underneath her sheer stocking—flesh crawled.