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severed ends free.
Ed walked up to the pilings, shaking off the chain of thought. The ramp entered Gunnartown a couple of
blocks to the east, but curved here to join the main span. The elevation was about twenty feet, from his
lot to the surface of the road. Enough to crack open the motor compartment of a gyro, what with the fall
and the forward motion. Sam had figured they'd have to push the cars off at forty miles per hour, to be
sure. He'd have to clear his lot to make room; no sense having a car overshoot and ruin some of his good
junk accidentally.
Yes, it could be done. The far barricade shunted the cars away a good two miles from here, leaving that
long quiet stretch before the exit ramp. It would not be hard to sneak the darkened cars past in the night,
then bring them down here. Until the construction actually got into the ramp, and beyond the turn, that
section would be available....
Ed turned and walked toward his shack. Give it a week and some hard work, and a little longer to fence
the paks off to the agent and get the accounts straightened around, and Annie would not have to take any
more "sick" pills. They could get married the way she wanted and have a kid. Several kids.
Yes, it looked good.
Renay, the pretty dark-haired girl with the tight spangled slacks, carried the tray of varicolored drinks
and offered each guest a cocktail. The guests accepted, laughing in a way that caused her pink mouth to
quirk and her normally smooth forehead to wrinkle. She was walking on her hands and presenting the
tray with her calves and feet extended.
Darlene Wilson shook continually with laughter as she sat beside the sober-faced space captain on the
divan. She wondered why of all the guests present he was the only one who was not enjoying himself.
What was his name? Smith Robert Smith. Would it be possible to traphim into a round of Sensuals...?
Now the girl's plum-colored rump trembled. It had been a good five minutes and that was the most
anyone could expect from a normal spraying. The girl was in good health, but her arms should be about
ready to give out, too.
The climax came. Spectacularly.
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Smith tried to move aside, tried to reach up and catch the descending tray. His reflexes were very good,
but he misjudged a typical failing of those unused to Earth-gravity and slapped the girl's legs instead.
The tray landed with a thump on his partially bald head. Bright drinks splashed.
Renay's legs and hips were not far behind. Liquor exploded over the spangles and soaked the plum
fabric. She came to with a start, felt the cold liquor and the captain's fumbling hands, and reacted as
though emerging from sleepnol. Her foot kicked out and Smith jerked back, the print of a high-heeled
shoe visible upon his cheek.
Darlene hurried, towel and sympathy masking the glee she felt. "Renay, Renay it's Sensuals! Don't you
remember? Goodness, one never loses the memory, only her composure. Youshouldn't even lose that.
Now take your feet down and apologize to the captain."
Renay gave her a deliciously dirty look. Her legs came down, knocking an overturned glass almost into
Darlene's lap. "I'm sorry, Captain. Truly sorry."
Smith stood up, brushing at the mess. "This "
Darlene clapped her hands. The robot waiter rolled up. Its sensors took in the scene and digested it.
From one of its many cubbyholes it took a basket, sucked up broken glass, deposited it and folded the
basket back into the shiny carapace. Next it brought out a brush and cleaned debris off the guests and
divan. Finally it extruded a hose at shoulder level and approached the captain with it.
Smith backed away from the machine, not trusting it. "Captain, it only wants to dry you off," Darlene
said. "I don't know what you have in space, butour robots are tame."
He relaxed. The nozzle went over him and a hum sounded. Slowly the dampness disappeared. It then
turned to Renay and gave her the same treatment, though it had to cover more intimate portions of her
anatomy.
"Well, I suppose we've all had enough of Sensuals," Darlene said, laughing. "It's back to conversation.
And dinner! Waiter, bring the buffet!"
"Wait, Miss Wilson," the captain protested. "I really can't "
"Now you just sit down there like a good swab," Darlene said. "You are an interesting guest and you
came here to make the party interesting. I'm sure there're many things you must be able to tell us."
"Not as many as you can tell me," he said. "Twelve years running the deeps and then service on a [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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