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. I backed out quietly, moved noiselessly in
undressing, went into the 'fresher, closed the door-soundproof; I said it was a
deluxe setup. Nevertheless I made as little noise as possible in refreshing
myself for bed, as "soundproof" is a hope rather than a certainty. When I was as
sanitary and odorless as a male hairless ape can manage short of surgery, I went
quietly back into my bedroom and got most cautiously into bed. Gwen stirred, did
not wake.
At some hour when I was awake in the night, I switched off the alarm. But I
woke up about my usual time, as my bladder can't be switched off. So I got up,
took care of it, refreshed for the day, decided that I wanted to live, slid into
a coverall, went silently into the living room, and opened the buttery,
considered my larder. A special guest called for a special breakfast.
I left the connecting door open so that I could keep an eye on Gwen. I
think it was the aroma of coffee that woke her.
When I saw that her eyes were open, I called out, "Good morning, beautiful.
Get up and brush your teeth; breakfast is ready."
"I did brush my teeth, an hour ago. Come back to bed."
"Nymphomaniac. Orange juice or black cherries or both?"
"Uh... both. Don't change the subject. Come here and meet your fate like a
man."
"Eat first."
"Coward. Richard is a sissy, Richard is a sissy!"
"An utter coward
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