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Danse Macabre :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 392 из 427«We can if you want, but you'll haveto explain the rules to me.»
«I am not watching football,» I said.
«I hate football, let's just keep fucking,» Jason said.
«Not tonight,» I said.
«We need to get inside,» he said.
«Whoever can move, stand up first and get dressed,» I said.
He laughed, hugged me, and laid his head against Nathaniel's. «God I love my friends, but if you guys can fall to one side, I think I can stand.»
«I'll have to work on that,» I said.
«What?» he asked.
«You've recovered too quickly. I must have done something wrong.»
The laughter faded around the edges, and there was suddenly a very serious look on his face. «You did everything right. You were wonderful.»
«As good as the person who gave you the teeth mark hickey on your neck?»
He grinned, as he started trying to wriggle out of the pile. «Better actually, but if you tell her I said so, I'll deny it.»
«Tell me who I'm supposed to be nice to, and I will.»
He was opening a box of moist towelettes. Wiping a little of the sweat, and other things, off his body, he said, «Have you met all of the Cape Codders?»
«Samuel and his family, yeah.»
Jason shook his head. «Not the family, the entourage.»
«There was a man and woman with them.»
«Her name is Perdita. Perdy.» He stuffed the towelettes into an empty garbage bag, apparently there for the purpose. «Jean-Claude wanted to know some of what you could expect when you fuck Sampson.»
«He sent you to fuck one of the mermaids so I'd be forewarned?»
Nathaniel got up slowly. Jason tossed him the box of towelettes, and dragged the plastic off our clothes. Hadn't really needed the plastic. We hadn't been that messy.
«He didn't send me to fuck her, just to find out what the transformation of a mermaid, and maybe male siren, could entail.» He grinned at me. «Jean-Claude left it to me to decide how to get that information.»
I'd forgotten that I'd agreed to try to bring Sampson's powers. So much had been happening; it was hard to keep track. It was always especially hard to keep track of things that made me uncomfortable. Having agreed to have sex with Sampson qualified.
«If the bite is a sample, ouch.»
«It wasn't all ouch. I'll give you a full report after we've survived the ballet.»
We got cleaned up as best we could. An emergency makeup kit for touch-ups had been in the limo. I'd thought maybe I'd smear my lipstick.
«I am not watching football,» I said.
«I hate football, let's just keep fucking,» Jason said.
«Not tonight,» I said.
«We need to get inside,» he said.
«Whoever can move, stand up first and get dressed,» I said.
He laughed, hugged me, and laid his head against Nathaniel's. «God I love my friends, but if you guys can fall to one side, I think I can stand.»
«I'll have to work on that,» I said.
«What?» he asked.
«You've recovered too quickly. I must have done something wrong.»
The laughter faded around the edges, and there was suddenly a very serious look on his face. «You did everything right. You were wonderful.»
«As good as the person who gave you the teeth mark hickey on your neck?»
He grinned, as he started trying to wriggle out of the pile. «Better actually, but if you tell her I said so, I'll deny it.»
«Tell me who I'm supposed to be nice to, and I will.»
He was opening a box of moist towelettes. Wiping a little of the sweat, and other things, off his body, he said, «Have you met all of the Cape Codders?»
«Samuel and his family, yeah.»
Jason shook his head. «Not the family, the entourage.»
«There was a man and woman with them.»
«Her name is Perdita. Perdy.» He stuffed the towelettes into an empty garbage bag, apparently there for the purpose. «Jean-Claude wanted to know some of what you could expect when you fuck Sampson.»
«He sent you to fuck one of the mermaids so I'd be forewarned?»
Nathaniel got up slowly. Jason tossed him the box of towelettes, and dragged the plastic off our clothes. Hadn't really needed the plastic. We hadn't been that messy.
«He didn't send me to fuck her, just to find out what the transformation of a mermaid, and maybe male siren, could entail.» He grinned at me. «Jean-Claude left it to me to decide how to get that information.»
I'd forgotten that I'd agreed to try to bring Sampson's powers. So much had been happening; it was hard to keep track. It was always especially hard to keep track of things that made me uncomfortable. Having agreed to have sex with Sampson qualified.
«If the bite is a sample, ouch.»
«It wasn't all ouch. I'll give you a full report after we've survived the ballet.»
We got cleaned up as best we could. An emergency makeup kit for touch-ups had been in the limo. I'd thought maybe I'd smear my lipstick.