Коллекционер
Chapter 1
"IfIwenttobedwithyou?"
She’dstoppeddrawing.Iwouldn’tanswer.
"Well?"
Ididn’tthinkyouwerethatsort,Isaid.
"I’mjusttryingtofindyourprice."JustlikeitwasanewWashing-machineshewasinquiringtheprosandconsof.
YouknowwhatIwant,Isaid.
"Butthat’sjustwhatIdon’t!"
Youknowallright.
"Oh,God.Look.Justansweryesorno.Doyouwanttogotobedwithme?"
Notlikewearenow.
"Whatarewelikenow?"
Ithoughtyouweresupposedtobethecleverone.
Shetookadeepbreath.Ilikedhavingheronabit."YoufeelI’monlylookingforawaytoescape?WhateverIdidwouldbejustforthat?Isthatit?"
Isaidyes.
"IfyoufeltIwasdoingitforsomeotherreason.BecauseIlikedyou.Justforfun.Youwouldlikeitthen?"
Icanbuywhatyou’retalkingaboutinLondonanytimeIwant,Isaid.
Thatshutherupabit.Shestarteddrawingagain.
Afterabitshesaid,"Youhaven’tgotmeherebecauseyoufindmesexuallyattractive."
Ifindyouveryattractive,Isaid.Themost.
"You’rejustlikeaChinesebox,"shesaid.Thenshewentondrawingandwedidn’tsayanymore.Itriedto,butshesaiditspoiltthepose.
Iknowwhatsomewouldthink,theywouldthinkmybehaviourpeculiar.Iknowmostmenwouldonlyhavethoughtoftakinganunfairadvantageandtherewereplentyofopportunities.Icouldhaveusedthepad.DonewhatIliked,butIamnotthatsort,definitelynotthatsortatall.
