Коллекционер
Chapter 2
Ifhe’dclutchedatme,perhapsI’dhavestopped.Iletthehousecoatfallopen,buthejustsattherewithmeonhislap.Asifwehadnevermetbeforeandthiswassomesillypartygame.Twostrangersataparty,whodidn’tmuchlikeeachother.
Inanastypervertedwayitwasexciting.Awoman-in-mereachingtoaman-in-him.Ican’texplain,itwasalsothefeelingthathedidn’tknowwhattodo.Thathewassheervirgin.TherewasanoldladyofCorkwhotookayoungpriestforawalk.Imusthavebeendrunk.
Ihadtoforcehimtokissme.Hemadeasortoffeeblepretenceofbeingafraidthathemightlosehishead.Idon’tcareifyoudo,Isaid.AndIkissedhimagain.Hedidkissmebackthen,asifhewantedtopresshiswretchedthininhibitedmouthrightthroughmyhead.Hismouthwassweet.HesmeltcleanandIshutmyeyes.Itwasn’tsobad.
Butthenhesuddenlywentawaybythewindowandhewouldn’tcomeback.Hewantedtorunaway,buthecouldn’t,sohestoodbyhisdesk,halfturned,whileIknelthalf-nakedbythefireandletmyhairdown,justtomakeitquiteobvious.IntheendIhadtogouptohimandbringhimbacktothefire.Imadehimundomyhands,hewaslikesomeoneinatrance,andthenIundressedhimandIundressedmyself.
Isaid,don’tbenervous,Iwanttodothis.Justbenatural.Buthewouldn’t,hewouldn’t.IdideverythingIcould.
Butnothinghappened.Hewouldn’tthawout.Hedidholdmetightonce.Butitwasn’tnatural.
