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"Oh, you beauty! You great big beauty!"
She lay down and raised her legs and he entered again and then, for a longlong time, said nothing. It was a peculiarity of his that if he wereblown at the begi
They lay there for some time by each other, not saying a word. They weresheathed in sweat and would have been grateful for a breeze. But theair was as still as before.
Finally, he said, "There's no use your playing with it. Not forsome time. I'm shot out. I could stay and be all right within an hour, but Ihave to gopretty soon."
He was thinking that he was supposed to have called Mustanoja bynow.
"I'm not unsatisfied, baby," she said, "but I could be whipped upinto enthusiasm again and I'd like to be. You don't know how long it'sbeen for me!"
She reached for the bottle, which was on the floor by the sofa. "Let's have another drink and see what happens." He watched her to make sure that she drank again out of the
bottle before he drank. He took a small swallow and then said, "What's this about Glamand the other end of the wolf?"
She laughed and said, "That big ugly dumbshit! He wants me, but I can't stand him, and he'd probably try to rape me, he's such a moron, buthe knows that if I didn't kill him, Igescu would! You must know about thewolves, sinceyou mentioned them. I was walking in the woods one evening when Iheard one of the wolves howling and snarling. It sounded as if it were in pain, or, at least, in trouble of some kind. I went up a hill and looked down in ahollow, and therewas the female wolf, her head in four nooses, and the ends of thenooses tied to trees. She couldn't go back or forward, and there was Glam, all hisclothes off except for his socks and shoes, holding the wolf by the tail andfucking her. Ithink he must have been hurting her, I don't know how big a femalewolf's cunt is, but I don't think they're built to take an enormous cock likeGlam's. I really think she was hurting. But Glam, that animal Glam, was fuckingher."
Childe was silent for a moment and then he said, "What about themale wolf? Wasn't Glam afraid of the male wolf?"
She laughed and said, "Oh, that's another story," and she laughedfor a longtime.
When she stopped, she raised the bottle and poured liquid on hernipples andthen on her pubic hairs.
"Lick it off, baby, and then we'll make love again."
"It won't do any good," Childe said. But he rolled over andsucked on her nipples for a while and finger-fucked her until she came again andagain andthen he kissed her belly, traveling downward until his mouth wasagainst thetight hairs of her cunt. He tongued off the liqueur and then jabbedhis tongueas far as he could until his jaws and tongue hurt. When he stopped, he was rolled over by her strong hands and she gently nibbled at his penisuntil it rose like a trout to a fly. He mounted her from behind, and she toldhim to be quiet, he did not have to wear himself out. She contracted themuscles of her vagina as if it were a hand and this time he kept his erection. Heseemed to be getting a little dizzy and a little fuzzy. He knew that he had made amistake drinking that liquid; it couldn't be poison, because she wouldn'thave drunk it also. But he wondered if it had a property of becoming narcotic if itwere on epidermis. Could its interaction with the skin of her nipples andcunt have produced something dangerous only to him?
Then the thought and the alarm were gone.
He remembered vaguely an orgasm that seemed to go on forever, like the thousand-year orgasm promised the faithful of Islam in heaven when they areenfolded by a houri. There were blanks thereafter. He could remember, as if he were seeing himself in a fog, getting his car and driving off whilethe road wiggled like a snake and the trees bent over and made passes at himwith their branches. Some of the trees seemed to have big knotty eyes and mouthslike barkycunts. The eyes became nipples; sap oozed out of them. A tree gavehim the finger with the end of a branch.
"Up yours, too," he remembered yelling, and then he was on abroad road with many lights around him and horns blaring and then there was the sametree againand this time it beckoned at him and as he got closer he could seethat its mouth was a barky cunt and that it was promising him something he hadnever had before.
And so it was. Death.
CHAPTER 11
He awoke in the emergency room of the Doctors Hospital in BeverlyHills. His only complaint was sluggishness. He was unconscious when he had beenpulled outof the car by a good Samaritan. The Beverly Hills officer told himthat his car had run into a tree off the side of the road, but the collision wasso lightthat the only damage was a slightly bent-in bumper and a brokenheadlamp.
The officer evidently suspected first, drunke
Fortunately, there were no witnesses to the crash. The man whohad pulledhim from the car had come around the curve just in time to see theimpact. Another car was going the opposite direction; it was not drivingeratically, asChilde had reported, but this meant nothing because the car couldhave straightened out. Childe gave Bruin and several others as references. Fifteen minutes later, he was discharged, although the doctors warned himthat he should take it easy even if there was no evidence of concussion.
His car was still on the roadside. The police had not had ittowed in because the trucks were too busy, but the officer had removed the keyfrom the ignition. Unfortunately, the officer had also forgotten to give itback to
Childe, and Childe then had to walk to the Beverly Hills PoliceDepartment toretrieve it. The officer was on duty. A radio call resulted in theinformation that he was tied up and would not be able to drop by the departmentfor at least an hour. Childe made sure that the key would be given to the officerin chargeof the desk, and he walked home through the night. He cursed himselffor havingburied the extra key under the bush outside Igescu's.
He had tried to get a taxi to take him home, but these were toobusy. Itseemed that everybody thought that the smog was over for good and wascelebrating. Or perhaps everybody wanted to have some fun before theair became too poisoned again.
There were three parties going on in his building. He put earplugs in assoon as he had showered, and he went to bed. The plugs kept most ofthe noise out but did not bar his thoughts.
He had been drugged and sent out with the hope that he would killhimself in a car accident. Why the drug had affected him and not Magda was aninterestingquestion but one that did not have to be considered at this time. Shecould have taken an antidote or relied on someone else to take care of her after Childe was gone. Or it was possible--he remembered what he had thought duringthe time--that the liquid contained something which did not become a drugunless it contacted human epidermis?
He sat up in bed then. Sergeant Mustanojal He should have beenworryingabout Childe's failure to call in. What had he done--if anything?
He phoned the LAPD and got Mustanoja. Yeah, he had the note butBruin didn't seem to think it was important and, anyway, what with being so busy- what a night!--he had forgotten it. That is, until this Beverly Hillsofficer called in about him and then Mustanoja had found out what happened and knew hewas not at Igescu's so what was there to worry about, huh? How was Childe?