Коллекционер
Chapter 1
Itwasverydarkofcourse,butclear,youcouldseesomestars.Itookherarmtightandletherstandthereforfiveminutes.Icouldhearherbreathingdeep.Itwasveryromantic,herheadcamejustuptomyshoulder.
Youcanhearit’salongwayfromanywhere,Isaid.
Whenthetimewasup(Ihadtopullher)wewentinthroughthekitchenanddining-roomandintothehallandupthestairstothebathroom.
There’snolockonthedoor,Isaid,youcan’tshutiteven,I’venailedablockin,butIshallrespectyoureveryprivacyprovidingyoukeepyourword.Ishallbehere.
Ihadachaironthelandingoutside.
Iamnowgoingtotakeyourhand-cordsoffifyougivemeyourwordyouwillkeepthegagon.Nodyourhead.
Well,shedid,soIuntiedherhands.Sherubbedthemabit,justtogetatme,Isuppose,thenwentinthebathroom.
Allwentoffwithouttrouble,Iheardherhaveherbath,splashingetcetera,quitenatural,butIgotashockwhenshecameout.Shehadn’tgotthegagon.Thatwasoneshock.Theotherwasthewayshewaschangedwiththenewclothesandherhairwashed,ithungallwetandlooseonhershoulders.Itseemedtomakehersofter,evenyounger;notthatshewaseverhardorugly.Imusthavelookedstupid,lookingangrybecauseofthegag,andthennotbeingabletobeitbecauseshelookedsolovely.
Shespokeveryquick.
"Look,itbegantohurthorribly.I’vegivenyoumyword.Igiveittoyouagain.Youcanputthisbackonifyoulike—here.ButIwouldhavescreamedbynowifI’dwantedto."
