Коллекционер
Chapter 1
Shestruggledofcourse,sheshookherhead,shelookeddaggerswithhereyes,astheysay,sheeventriedtogoallsoft,butIkeptather.Igothergarmentsoffandatfirstshewouldn’tdoasIsaidbutintheendshelayandstoodlikeIordered(Irefusedtotakeifshedidnotco-operate).SoIgotmypictures.ItookhertillIhadnomorebulbsleft.
Itwasnotmyfault.HowwasItoknowshewasillerthanshelooked.Shejustlookedlikeshehadacold.
Igotthepicturesdevelopedandprintedthatnight.Thebestoneswerewithherfacecutoff.Shedidn’tlookmuchanyhowwiththegag,ofcourse.Thebestwerewhenshestoodinherhighheels,fromtheback.Thetiedhandstothebedmadewhattheycallaninterestingmotif.IcansayIwasquitepleasedwithwhatIgot.
ThenextdayshewasupwhenIwentin,inherhousecoat,likeshewaswaitingforme.Whatshedidwasverysurprising,shetookastepforwardandwentdownonherkneesatmyfeet.Likeshewasdrunk.Herfacewasveryflushed,Ididsee;shelookedatmeandshewascryingandshehadgotherselfupintoastate.
"I’mterriblyill.I’vegotpneumonia.Orpleurisy.You’vegottogetadoctor."
Isaid,getupandgobacktobed.ThenIwenttogethercoffee.
WhenIcamebackIsaid,youknowyou’renotill,ifitwaspneumoniayoucouldn’tstandupeven.
"Ican’tbreatheatnights.I’vegotapainhere,Ihavetolieonmyleftside.Pleasetakemytemperature.Lookatit."
