Коллекционер
Chapter 1
Idon’tknowwhatremindedmeofit,IrememberedanAmericanfilmIsawonce(orwasitamagazine)aboutamanwhotookadrunkgirlhomeandundressedherandputhertobed,nothingnasty,hejustdidthatandnomoreandshewokeupinhispyjamas.
SoIdidthat.Itookoffherdressandherstockingsandleftoncertainarticles,justthebrassiereandtheothersoasnottogothewholehog.ShelookedarealpicturelyingtherewithonlywhatAuntAnniecalledstripsofnothingon.(Shesaiditwaswhymorewomengotcancer.)Likeshewaswearingabikini.
ItwasmychanceIhadbeenwaitingfor.Igottheoldcameraandtooksomephotos,Iwouldhavetakenmore,onlyshestartedtomoveabit,soIhadtopackupandgetoutquick.
Istartedthedevelopingandprintingrightaway.Theycameoutverynice.Notartistic,butinteresting.
Ineversleptthatnight,Igotinsuchastate.ThereweretimesIthoughtIwouldgodownandgiveherthepadagainandtakeotherphotos,itwasasbadasthat.IamnotreallythatsortandIwasonlylikeitthatnightbecauseofallthathappenedandthestrainIwasunder.Alsothechampagnehadabadeffectonme.Andeverythingshesaid.Itwaswhattheycallaculminationofcircumstances.
Thingswereneverthesameagain,inspiteofallthathappened.Somehowitprovedwecouldnevercometogether,shecouldneverunderstandme,IsupposeshewouldsayInevercouldhaveunderstoodher,orwouldhave,anyhow.
