Angel of Death. Christian Russell

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СКАЧАТЬ in Casper. The diagnosis and the room number were also cynically mentioned there. As a reporter my wife had done an excellent job. Can you imagine what she had done to me, Dorothy? She had taken my teenage hero down from his pedestal and mercilessly thrown him into a mental institution. My brave John Doe had become a schizo by the name of Clark Hunde. That’s how I started to hate her. I hated her cold, frozen heart.”

      “You see, Mark, I was right when I said I keep learning new things about you. I never suspected you had a sentimental side as well.” She looked at him affectionately and kissed him on the lips softly. “Now I realize you are a combination of Rhett Butler and Ashley that every woman dreams of.”

      Mark had just started smelling something, though. “Tell me, Dorrie, what are you burning for dinner?”

      “Jesus, I forgot about the lasagna!” she said dashing to the kitchen.

      Mark followed her. The woman opened the oven and took out a griddle with something black in it.

      “Oh, my God, what did you use there, a firethrower?” he teased her.

      “Maybe letting the maid go wasn’t such a good idea after all. Thank God I’ve got some noodles left. We’ll add the cheese and the ketch-up and this time we’ll be careful.”

      Together they prepared the contents and decided to put it into the microwave oven this time. Safer that way. They returned to the living-room table. Dorothy lit the candles and took a few soda cans from the refrigerator.

      “Tell me more,” she asked him. Despite Mark’s intention to divorce his wife, she couldn’t help thinking of Cathy as a rival.

      “What else can I tell you? Things went on pretty much the same. Worse, that is. With every day gone by I discovered we were drifting apart. Actually, the only thing we had in common was the fact that neither of us could stand her aunt. We’d been staying at her place for half a year until our house was finished and that relative had annoyed us both just as much. She’s a real hag. I guess if she bit her own tongue she would get poisoned. And she’s always tried to organize our lives during her many visits to our house.”

      “OK, but you and Cathy have lived as man and wife all these years, haven’t you?” Dorothy said turning the conversation to her favorite subject.

      “If you mean the more intimate aspects of our marriage, all I can say is yes and no. We made love more and more seldom and it all turned into routine. Actually, in the past two years we’ve only had one simultaneous orgasm. It happened one day at the Bergdorf Goodman when her aunt slipped and broke her leg just a few feet away from us.”

      The young woman burst into laughter looking at him as if he were some precious object.

      “Listen, how about you telling me something about yourself? I think you too were married once.”

      “That’s true,” she said growing sad. “The nightmare lasted for eight months and ended two years ago. But please.... I don’t want to remember that terrible episode. I felt like Jody Foster when Ronald Reagan was shot.”

      Mark would have liked to know a few details. His policeman’s flair told him that was where the danger lay. He didn’t press her, though.

      “Have you had any serious relationships in the past two years?”

      “I went out with a CNN reporter a couple of times. But it wasn’t something serious. As a matter of fact, I only went out with him because my father insisted on it.”

      All of a sudden the alarm of the microwave oven went off. Dorothy disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a big tray on which this time was a very appetizing lasagna. He was about to taste it when he saw her bringing her palms together, saying her prayer. He did the same.

      “You’re not a very religious person, are you?” she said. “With us it’s a family tradition. We pray before each meal. It’s been like that ever since I was a child.”

      “I must admit I tend to forget that sometimes. Probably because we didn’t pray very often before meals when I was a child. Actually, we only did that when we had the mushrooms that Louise, my youngest sister, had picked up. Can I taste it now?”

      Dorothy nodded.

      “But this is great,” he exclaimed earnestly. “Let me congratulate you on your cooking skills.”

      “You see,” she boasted, “it’s all in the spices. And especially in the amount of anchovy.”

      When they finished eating they turned to face each other. The woman noticed that he had only taken off his raincoat, leaving his jacket on.

      “Aren’t you hot?” she asked him. “Why don’t you take off your jacket?”

      He complied and put it carefully on the back of his chair. Dorothy looked at the leather holster with the gun in it.

      “Do you have to wear that all the time?”

      “Not really, but after that incident at the Majestic I thought I should take it with me.”

      “Take it off, will you? It gives me the creeps. And don’t tell me the gun is loaded.”

      “Of course it is, I’ve just filled it with water,” he joked taking the holster off and putting it on a cabinet.

      It was dark outside and the actress pulled down the blinders. Then she went up to him. Mark hugged her tight, touched her forehead with his, and searched for her lips. A long passionate kiss followed. She pulled him into the bedroom. Mark went along but was in two minds about what was going to happen. He recalled his father’s advice: “Son, don’t start anything you can’t finish!” And that woman was so tempting.... He knew the only way out was going right through it.

      Now they were next to the bed. Dorothy started unbuttoning his shirt.

      “I’m not sure this is the right thing to do,” he tried to resist temptation.

      “The pleasures of life are so few, Mark. And they’re either illegal or immoral, fattening, or intoxicating. I’d rather we took the chance, though I’m not so sure I still know how to do it.”

      They kissed hungrily, sniffing each other like in an esoteric ritual. They undressed each other without stopping kissing. Half-naked, they hugged each other again then started pulling the rest of their clothes off, almost tearing them, throwing them on the floor, treading on them. Their sighs were the signs of the painful desire which overwhelmed them, of their impatience to let their passion flow. They got out of their clothes almost at the same time and merged into one single burning body. They had forgotten all about time for time itself had dissolved into their passion. They had temporarily forgotten they belonged to the Homo sapiens species. They were two horny young animals bustling with energy. The frightened deer from two weeks before had turned into a fiery lioness, like an erupting volcano. Her ardor defied death that had been looming over her. Her orgasm cries and moans spelled out her joy of life. They came at the same time in perfect harmony, the way their entire coupling had been. Mark saw their steaming naked bodies reflected in a mirror on the wall. Sweat drops shone on their skin like a genuine concentrate of ecstasy and passion. He admired her perfect body, feeding once again on her beauty. He almost grew ashamed by this voyeuristic side of his and turned to face her.

      Dorothy had opened her eyes and was looking at him curiously СКАЧАТЬ