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Robert A. Heinlein - A Comedy Of Justice
Atec Февраль 27 2008 02:52:13
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. 'I didn't get a mite of change off him. Alec, you stubborn squarehead, I lost three bets on you.' Drinks appeared at our places. Jerry raised his glass. 'So here's to you.'
'To Alec!'
'Right!'
'Here's to me,' I agreed and took a big slug of Jack Daniel's. 'Jerry? You're not really -'
He grinned at me. The tailored ranch clothes faded; the western boots gave way to cloven hooves, horns stuck up through His hair, His skin glowed ruddy red and oily over heavy muscles; in His lap a preposterously huge phallus thrust rampantly skyward.
Katie said gently, 'I think You've convinced him, dear, and it's not one of Your prettier guises.'
Quickly the conventional Devil-faded and the equally convenntional Texas millionaire returned. 'That's better,' said Sybil. 'Daddy, why do You use that corny one?'
'It's an emphatic symbol. But what I'm wearing now is appropriate here. And you should be in Texas clothes, too.'
'Must I? I think Patty has Mr Graham used to skin by now.'
'Her skin, not your skin. Do it before I fry you for lunch.'
'Daddy, You're a fraud.' Sybil grew blue jeans and a halter without moving out of her chair. 'And I'm tired of being a teenager and see no reason to continue the charade. Saint Alec knows he was hoaxed.'
'Sybil, you talk too much.'
Dear One, she may be right,' Katie put in quietly.
Jerry shook His head. I sighed and said what I had to say. 'Yes, Jerry, I know I've been hoaxed
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