gns.thegraveyardvultures-第17部分

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only　one　course　open　to　Sabat；　he　must　visit　Miranda　in　his　earthly　body　and　take　whatever　steps　were　necessary　to　force　the　information　he　required　out　of　her。　He　thought　about　it；　suddenly　found　himself　being　aroused。　Hell；　it　was　a　long　time　since　he'd　gone　a　fortnight　without　a　woman。　Nevertheless；　he　was　determined　that　such　pleasures　would　have　to　wait　and　attempted　to　satisfy　his　craving　in　the　only　way　he　knew　how。　But　it　did　not　stop　him　getting　an　erection　again　on　the　drive　back　up　to　Warwickshire。　Every　man　had　his　Achilles　heel。
　　
　　It　was　early　morning　when　Sabat　rang　the　doorbell　of　Miranda's　small；　semi…detached　house。　His　car　was　parked　at　the　other　end　of　the　road　for　in　all　probability　he　would　be　returning　to　London　tonight；　he　hoped　his　arrival　had　gone　unnoticed。
　　
　　There　was　no　answer　to　his　ring　but　some　inner　sense　told　him　that　the　house　was　not　deserted；　no　noise　or　movement；　just　a　feeling　that　Miranda　was　at　home。　Suppose　Royston　was　here　with　her；　his　stomach　tightened　at　the　thought；　for　the　big　man　could　just　slip　through　his　fingers　again　and　vanish　back　into　obscurity。　Sabat　needed　time　alone　with　Miranda！　Christ；　he　found　himself　being　turned　on　yet　again；　a　bulge　in　the　front　of　his　trousers　that　nobody　could　possibly　miss。　That　was　the　bitch's　weapon；　being　able　to　arouse　a　man；　weaken　them　even　when　she　wasn't　around　in　person。
　　
　　Then　Sabat　heard　soft　footsteps　ing　down　the　stairs　and　caught　a　glimpse　of　somebody　through　the　frosted　glass　who　could　be　none　other　than　Miranda　herself。　The　latch　clicked；　the　door　opened　a　foot；　was　pulled　wide　to　reveal　Miranda　dressed　in　a　black　negligee　which　left　virtually　nothing　to　the　imagination。　The　low　neckline　showed　the　soft　shapely　breasts；　the　firm　nipples　almost　spiking　their　way　through　the　material。　The　slender　figure　terminated　in　bare　feet　with　mauve　manicured　toe　nails。　Sabat's　eyes　ran　right　the　way　back　up　her　and　focused　on　the　soft　red　lips　drawn　back　in　a　seductive　smile；　the　hazel　eyes　which　gave　nothing　away　but　seemed　to　penetrate　his　thoughts。
　　
　　'Mr　Sabat！'　Faint　surprise；　her　voice　like　the　purring　of　a　contented　she…cat。　This　is　a　surprise。　Won't　you　step　inside？'
　　
　　She　held　the　door　wide；　closed　it　behind　him。　The　place　seemed　to　have　been　tidied　up　this　time；　no　cast…off　items　of　clothing　littering　the　adjoining　room；　and　instead　of　that　smell　of　stale　cooking　his　nostrils　flared　to　the　sharp　aroma　of　some　artificial　aerosol　cover…up。　Almost　as　though　she　had　been　anticipating　a　caller。
　　
　　'Do　sit　down。　A　drink？'
　　
　　He　followed　her　sweeping　hand；　noted　an　array　of　bottles　on　the　sideboard；　among　them　an　unopened　Black　Label。　'Whisky；'　he　said。　She　couldn't　have　tampered　with　this　one；　he　thought；　watching　her　break　the　seal。　She　poured　two　glasses；　handed　him　one；　fixed　him　with　those　eyes　again；　twin　laser　beams　boring　into　him。
　　
　　'　I　had　a　feeling　you　might　call　around　sometime。'　Her　tone　had　a　faint　hint　of　mockery　in　it。
　　
　　'Why？'　He　held　her　gaze　with　difficulty。
　　
　　'A　lot　of　men　who　eye　me　up　in　the　'Dun　Cow'　end　up　calling　on　me。'
　　
　　They　were　fencing　now　and　Sabat　was　dimly　aware　that　his　erection　was　growing　again　but　she　gave　no　hint　of　having　noticed　it。
　　
　　'And　what　makes　you　think　that's　my　reason？'
　　
　　For　the　first　time　her　eyes　dropped；　fixed　on　the　protrusion　behind　his　zip；　and　her　mouth　widened　into　a　smile。　'Certain　signs　that　I'd　have　to　be　blind　not　to　read。'
　　
　　Suddenly　Sabat　felt　himself　at　a　disadvantage；　the　tables　turned；　a　kind　of　helplessness　creeping　over　him。　Sex　had　always　been　his　big　weakness　but　he　had　not　realised　until　now　how　much　it　dominated　his　make…up。　Hell；　he　shouldn't　have　gone　a　whole　fortnight　without　a　woman！
　　
　　He　found　himself　nodding；　a　pleasant　sensation　spreading　out　from　his　lower　regions　into　the　rest　of　his　body。　He　didn't　care　about　anything　any　more　except　。　。　。　God；　it　was　as　though　he　was　a　spectator　from　afar　looking　down　upon　his　own　actions。　Pleasure　first；　business　afterwards；　there　was　no　reason　why　he　should　not　have　his　cake　and　eat　it。
　　
　　'Well？'　she　laughed。　She　had　set　her　drink　down　on　the　cabinet；　stood　facing　him；　arms　akimbo。　Somehow　that　flimsy　garment　had　e　undone　and　he　could　see　an　elongated　strip　of　nudity　right　the　way　down　her。　Jesus；　her　pubics　were　jet　black；　that　meant　her　auburn　hair　was　just　a　fake。　Black　suited　her；　he'd　always　had　a　preference　for　brunettes。　'I'm　right　aren't　I；　and　if　you　stick　it　out　any　longer；　Mr　Sabat；　you're　likely　to　burst　your　zip。　Say；　don't　you　have　a　first　name　now　that　we're　getting　on　intimate　terms？'
　　
　　'Mark。'　Somehow　his　voice　sounded　different；　muffled。　He'd　only　once　before　got　himself　into　a　state　like　this　and　that　was　in　a　Soho　sauna　when　the　masseuse　had　begun　to　finger　him。　She'd　been　a　brunette；　too。　Miranda　could　do　all　that　with　her　eyes。　So　subtle；　you　didn't　realise　you'd　been　seduced　until　it　was　too　late。
　　
　　Then；　with　one　deft　movement　she　shrugged　herself　out　of　that　negligee；　left　it　behind　her　on　the　floor；　advancing　on　him　naked　like　a　cat　stalking　its　prey。
　　
　　'Don't　tell　me　you're　shy；　Mark；　brimful　of　inhibitions。　You're　not　going　to　insist　on　keeping　your　clothes　on　all　night；　are　you？'
　　
　　Her　perfume　was　strong　and　heady；　had　him　inhaling　for　more　as　her　long　slim　fingers　flipped　their　way　down　his　shirt　buttons　and　undid　his　waistband。　Surely　she　didn't　really　have　the　strength　to　hoist　him　up　while　she　slid　his　lower　garments　down？　Maybe　he　was　co…operating　all　along　without　being　aware　of　it；　unable　to　shift　his　gaze　from　those　saucer…like　hazel　eyes。　Just　a　kid　really　but　those　auburn　locks　fooled　you。　Now　he　saw　her　as　she　really　was；　a　jet　black　bombshell；　willing　him　to　go　along　with　her。　Like　the　Creoles　said　Erzulie；　the　Black　Venus；　did。　A　succubus；　and　when　you　woke　up　next　morning　you　didn't　really　know　whether　it　had　happened　or　whether　you'd　dreamt　it　all。
　　
　　Stark　naked　he　lay　there　on　the　couch；　a　prize　specimen　at　a　canine　show　letting　the　judge　give　it　the　once　over。
　　
　　'Circumcised；　I　see。'
　　
　　'Yes；'　he　had　to　struggle　to　find　a　plausible　explanation；　one　that　sounded　logical；　'my　。　。　。　mother　was　half　Jewish。　She　insisted。'
　　
　　'Liar！'　Those　eyes　flashed　angrily　but　only　for　a　moment　and　then　they　were　laughing　again。　'You've　had　it　done　in　recent　years。　A　lot　of　exorcists　and　those　who　dabble　in　occult　matters　get　themselves　circumcised　in　case　they　should　carry　some　impurity　underneath　the　foreskin　into　their　protective　pentagram。　I'm　right；　aren't　I？'
　　
　　He　nodded；　bit　his　lower　lip　like　an　erring　schoolboy　caught　out　by　a　sharp…eyed　headmaster。　'Yes。　I　had　it　done　about　a　couple　of　years　ago。'
　　
　　Miranda　was　on　her　knees；　toying　with　the　scar；　staring　up　into　his　pleasure…contorted　face。　'And　I'll　also　say　you　haven't　had　a　woman　for　quite　some　time。'
　　
　　'Right　。　。　。　again。'　He'd　confess　to　anything　just　to　have　her　doing　these　kind　of　things　to　him。　And　more；　a　lot　more！　He　lay　watching　her；　a　hypnotised　rabbit　letting　a　stoat　play　with　it；　body　shuddering　with　emotion。　Everything　she　did　was　perfection；　the　pouting　lips　that　kissed　and　sucked；　the　tantalising　flicking　tongue；　the　way　her　sensuous　fingertips　came　into　it；　too。　At　one　stage　he　thought　he　was　going　to　ejaculate　and　tried　to　will　the　orgasm；　a　few　seconds　of　the　ultimate　in　pleasure　and　then　maybe　the　spell　would　be　broken。　Miranda　seemed　to　read　his　thoughts　and　smilingly　did　something　with　her　fingers　which　checked　it　immediately；　held　it　intoxicatingly　suspended　and　had　his　heart　speeding　up。　God；　it　was　wonderful；　he　didn't　give　a　damn　for　anything　else。　Not　even　Royston；　he　didn't　matter　any　more。
　　
　　'Tell　me；　Mark；'　a　quizzically　schoolgirlish　expression　on　her　freckled　features；　'just　suppose　/　wasn't　around？　I　mean；　suppose　you'd　woken　up　in　the　middle　of　the　night　dreaming　that　I　was　doing　all　this　to　you　and　you　found　that　I　wasn't　really　there　at　all。　You'd　have　to　do　something；　wouldn't　you？　Go　on；　show　me　what　you'd　do　because　I've　never　seen　anything　like　that　and　I'm　simply　dying　to。'
　　
　　Oh　Jesus　Christ；　you've　just　gotta　be　dreaming　all　this。　In　which　case　you'll　have　to　do　something　or　you'll　go　insane。　Go　on；　do　it　and　let　her　watch　　That　sounded　like　Quentin's　voice。　To　hell　with　him　if　it　was；　I'm　going　to　do　it；　anyway；　whether　Miranda's　really　here　or　1　'm　dreaming　it。
　　
　　Sabat's　fingers　took　over　where　Miranda's　had　been　caressing　him　only　a　few　seconds　ago。　The　room　seemed　to　have　gone　darker；　he　could　barely　see　her；　just　the　whiteness　of　sensuous　flesh　and　that　dark　'V　of　a　giveaway。　And　her　eyes；　of　course；　glowing　greenish　like　a　cat's；　watching　his　every　movement　with　obvious　lust。　He　was　shuddering；　groaning　his　delight　aloud；　bucking　and　writhing。　I'm　going　right　over　the　top　this　time；　sweetheart；　and　I　don't　care　if　I　don't　e　back。
　　
　　Totally　helpless　as　he　was；　his　sexual　desire　was　dominant　in　every　part　of　his　being　。　。　。　except　onel　The　built…in　watchdog；　his　super…sensitive　power　that　had　saved　his　life　on　several　occasions　w