dk.nightchills-第23节

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　Oh；　yeah？　she　thought；　catching　herself　in　the　admission。　You're　just　brimming　with　love　for　Paul；　are　you？
　Enough　of　that。
　Love；　is　it？　Then　why　don't　you　accept　his　proposal？
　Enough。
　Why　won't　you　marry　him？
　Well；　because…　She　forced　herself　to　stop　arguing　with　herself。　People　who
　indulged　in　extended　interior　dialogues；　she　thought；　were　candidates　for　schizophrenia。
　For　a　while　the　four　of　them　fed　the　squirrel；　which　Mark　had　named　Buster；　and　watched　its　antics。　The　boy　regaled　them　with　his　plans　for　training　the　animal。　He　intended　to　teach　Buster　to　roll　over　and　play　dead；　to　heel　when　told；　to　beg　for　his　supper；　and　to　fetch　a　stick。　No　one　had　the　heart　to　tell　him　how　unlikely　it　was　that　a　squirrel　could　ever　be　made　to　do　any　of　those　things。　Jenny　wanted　to　laugh　and　grab　him　and　hug　him…but　she　only　nodded　and　agreed　with　him　whenever　he　asked　for　her　opinion。
　Later　they　played　a　game　of　tag　and　several　games　of　badminton。
　At　eleven　o'clock　Rya　said；　〃I've　got　an　announcement　to　make。　Mark　and　I　planned　lunch。　We're　going　to　do　all　of　the　cooking　ourselves。　And　we　really　have　some　special　dishes　to　make。　Don't　we；　Mark？〃
　〃Yeah；　we　sure　do。　My　favorite　is…〃
　〃Mark！〃　Rya　said　quickly。　〃It's　a　surprise。〃
　〃Yeah；〃　he　said；　as　if　he　hadn't　almost　given　away　everything。　〃That's　right。　It's　a　surprise。〃
　Tucking　her　long　black　hair　behind　her　ears；　Rya　turned　to　her　father　and　said；　〃Why　don't　you　and　Jenny　take　a　nice　long　walk　up　the　mountain？　There　are　lots　and　lots　of　easy　deer　trails。　You　should　work　up　an　appetite。〃
　〃I've　already　worked　one　up　by　playing　badminton；〃　Paul　said。
　Rya　made　a　face。　〃I　don't　want　you　to　see　what　we're　cooking。〃
　〃Okay。　We'll　sit　over　there　with　our　backs　to　you。〃　Rya　shook　her　head：　no。　She　was　adamant。　〃You'll　still　smell　it　cooking。　There　won't　be　any　surprise。〃
　〃The　wind　isn't　blowing　that　way；〃　Paul　said。　〃Cooking　odors　won't　carry　far。〃
　Anxiously　twisting　her　badminton　racket　in　her　hands；　Rya　glanced　at　Jenny。
　What　a　lot　of　schemes　and　calculations　are　whirling　around　behind　those　innocent　blue　eyes　of　yours；　Jenny　thought。　She　was　beginning　to　understand　what　the　girl　wanted。
　With　characteristic　bluntness；　Mark　said；　〃You　got　to　go　for　a　walk　with　Jenny；　Dad。　We　know　the　two　of　you　want　to　be　alone。〃
　〃Mark；　for　God's　sake！〃　Rya　was　aghast。
　〃Well；〃　the　boy　said　defensively；　〃that's　why　we're　making　lunch；　isn't　it？　To　give　them　a　chance　to　be　alone？〃
　Jenny　laughed。
　〃I'll　be　damned；〃　Paul　said。
　Rya　said；　〃I　think　I'll　cook　squirrel　for　lunch。〃
　A　look　of　horror　passed　across　Mark's　face。　〃That's　a　terrible；　rotten　thing　to　say！〃
　〃I　didn't　mean　it。〃
　〃It's　still　rotten。〃
　〃I　apologize。〃
　Looking　at　her　out　of　the　corner　of　his　eye；　as　if　he　were　trying　to　assess　her　sincerity；　Mark　finally　said；　〃Well；　okay。〃
　Taking　Paul's　hand；　Jenny　said；　〃If　we　don't　go　for　a　walk；　your　daughter's　going　to　be　very　upset。　And　when　your　daughter　is　very　upset；　she's　a　dangerous　girl。〃
　Grinning；　Rya　said；　〃That's　true。　I'm　a　terror。〃
　〃Jenny　and　I　are　going　for　a　walk；〃　Paul　said。　He　leaned　toward　Rya。　〃But　tonight　I'll　tell　you　the　shocking　story　of　the　hideous　fate　that　befell　a　conniving　child。〃
　〃Oh；　good！〃　Rya　said。　〃I　like　bedtime　stories。　Lunch　will　be　served　at　one　o'clock。〃　She　turned　away　and；　as　if　she　sensed　Paul　swinging　his　badminton　racket　at　her　backside；　jumped　to　the　left　and　ran　into　the　tent。
　The　stream　gushed　noisily　around　a　boulder；　surged　between　banks　lined　with　scrub　birch　and　laurel；　descended　several　rocky　shelves；　and　formed　a　wide；　deep　pool　at　the　end　of　the　hollow　before　racing　on　to　spill　down　the　next　step　of　the　mountain。　There　were　fish　in　the　pool：　darker　shapes　gliding　in　dark　water。　The　surrounding　clearing　was　sheltered　by　full…sized　birches　and　one　gargantuan　oak　with　exposed　and　twisted　roots；　like　tentacles；　thrusting　into　the　leaf　mulch　and　black　earth。　The　ground　between　the　base　of　the　oak　and　the　pool　was　covered　with　moss　so　thick　that　it　made　a　fortable　mattress　for　lovers。
　Half　an　hour　above　the　camp　and　the　meadow　where　they　had　played　badminton；　they　stopped　beside　the　pool　to　rest。　She　stretched　out　on　her　back；　her　hands　behind　her　head。　He　lay　beside　her。
　She　didn't　know　quite　how　it　had　happened；　but　the　conversation　had　eventually　given　way　to　a　gentle　exchange　of　kisses。　Caresses。　Murmurs。　He　held　her　to　him；　his　hands　on　her　buttocks；　his　face　in　her　hair；　and　licked　lightly　at　her　earlobe。
　Suddenly　she　became　the　bolder　of　the　two。　She　rubbed　one　hand　across　the　crotch　of　his　jeans；　felt　him　swelling　beneath　the　denim。
　〃I　want　that；〃　she　said。
　〃I　want　you。〃
　〃Then　we　can　both　have　what　we　want。〃
　When　they　were　naked；　he　began　to　kiss　her　breasts。　He　licked　her　stiffening　nipples。
　〃I　want　you　now；〃　she　said。　〃Quickly。　We　can　take　longer　the　second　time。〃
　They　responded　to　each　other　with　a　powerful；　unique；　and　utterly　unexpected　sensitivity　that　neither　of　them　had　ever　quite　achieved　before。　The　pleasure　was　more　than　intense。　It　was　very　nearly　excruciating　for　her；　and　she　could　see　that　it　was　much　the　same　for　him。　Perhaps　this　was　because　they　had　wanted　each　other　so　fiercely　but　had　not　been　together　for　so　long；　since　March。　If　absence　makes　the　heart　grow　fonder；　she　thought；　does　it　also　make　the　genitals　grow　randier？　Or　perhaps　this　electrifying　pleasure　was　a　response　to　the　setting；　to　the　wild　land's　sounds　and　odors　and　textures。　Whatever　the　reason；　he　needed　no　lubrication　to　penetrate　her。　He　slid　deep　with　one　fluid　thrust　and　rocked　in　and　out　of　her；　down　and　down；　filling　her；　tight　within　her；　moving　her。　She　was　transfixed　by　the　sight　of　his　arms：　the　muscles　bulged；　each　well　defined；　as　he　supported　himself　over　her。　She　reached　for　his　buttocks；　hard　as　stone；　and　pulled　him　farther　into　her　with　each　galvanizing　stroke。　Although　she　rapidly　came　into　her　climax；　she　coasted　down　from　it　so　slowly　that　she　wondered　if　there　would　be　an　end　to　it。　Abruptly；　when　the　sensations　in　her　had　subsided；　he　grew　still；　pinned　by　the　power　of　his　own　orgasm。　He　softly　said　her　name。
　Shrinking　within　her；　he　kissed　her　breasts　and　lips　and　forehead。　Then　he　rolled　off　her；　onto　his　side。
　She　moved　against　him；　belly　to　belly；　and　put　her　lips　against　the　throbbing　artery　in　his　neck。
　He　held　her；　and　she　held　him。　The　act　that　they　had　just　pleted　seemed　to　bind　them；　the　memory　of　joy　was　an　invisible　umbilical。
　For　a　few　minutes　she　was　not　at　all　aware　of　the　world　beyond　his　shadow。　She　couldn't　hear　anything　except　the　beat　of　her　own　heart　and　the　heavy　drawing　of　breath　from　both　of　them。　In　time　the　voices　of　the　mountain　filtered　back　to　her：
　leaves　rustling　overhead；　the　stream　splashing　down　the　slope　into　the　pool；　birds　calling　to　one　another　in　the　trees。　Likewise；　at　first　she　couldn't　feel　anything　but　the　slight　ache　in　her　chest　and　Paul's　warm　semen　trickling　out　of　her。　Gradually；
　however；　she　realized　that　the　day　was　hot　and　humid；　and　that　their　embrace　had　bee　less　romantic　than　sticky。
　Reluctantly；　she　disentangled　herself　from　him　and　rolled　onto　her　back。　A　sheen　of　perspiration　filmed　her　breasts　and　stomach。
　She　said；　〃Incredible。〃
　〃Incredible。〃
　Neither　of　them　was　ready　to　say　more　than　that。
　The　breeze　had　almost　dried　them　when　he　finally　raised　up　on　one　elbow　and　looked　down　at　her。　〃You　know　something？〃
　〃What's　that？〃
　〃I've　never　known　another　woman　who　was　able　to　enjoy　herself　as　thoroughly　as　you　do。〃
　〃Sex；　you　mean？〃
　〃Sex；　I　mean。〃
　〃Annie　enjoyed　it。〃
　〃Sure。　We　had　a　fine　marriage。　But　she　didn't　enjoy　it　quite　like　you　do。　You　put　everything　you've　got　into　it。　You're　not　aware　of　anything　but　your　body　and　mine　when　we　make　love。　You're　consumed　by　it。〃
　〃I　can't　help　it　if　I'm　horny。〃
　〃You're　more　than　horny。〃
　〃Oversexed；　then。〃
　〃It's　not　just　sex；〃　he　said。
　〃You're　not　going　to　tell　me　that　you　like　my　mind　too。〃
　〃That's　precisely　what　I'm　going　to　tell　you。　You　enjoy　everything。　I've　seen　you　savor　a　glass　of　water　like　some　people　do　good　wine。〃　He　drew　a　finger　down　the　line　between　her　breasts。　〃You've　got　a　lust　for　life。〃
　〃Me　and　Van　Gogh。〃
　〃I'm　serious。〃
　She　thought　about　it。　〃A　friend　at　college　used　to　say　the　same　thing。〃
　〃You　see？〃
　〃If　it's　true；〃　she　said；　〃the　credit　belongs　to　my　father。〃
　〃Oh？〃
　〃He　gave　me　such　a　happy　childhood。〃
　〃Your　mother　died　when　you　were　a　child。〃
　She　nodded。　〃But　she　went　in　her　sleep。　A　cerebral　hemorrhage。　One　day　she　was　there…gone　the　next。　I　never　saw　her　in　pain；　and　that　makes　a　difference　to　a　child。〃
　〃You　grieved。　I'm　sure　you　did。〃
　〃For　a　while。　But　my　father　worked　hard　to　bring　me　out　of　it。　He　was　full　of　jokes　and　games　and　stories　and　presents；　twenty…four　hours　a　day；　seven　days　a　week。　He　worked　just　like　you　did　to　make　your　kids　forget　Annie's　death。〃
　〃If　I　could　have　been　as　successful　at　that　as　Sam　evidently　was　with　you…〃
　〃Maybe　he　was　too　successful；〃　she　said。
　〃How　could　that　be？〃
　Sighing；　she　said；　〃Sometimes　I　think　he　should　have　spent　less　time　making　my　childhood　happy　and　more　time　pr