Adamonde. Benjamin Vance

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      “Khyyoo seelliyy Jon … tathan, knooo pfhee-see-chuun. Aahhdde … hemonntt isss Ghohdeess twhoo haff baahbeees.” She smiled brilliantly at Jonathan and they both understood her: “You silly Jonathan. I’m no physician; I’m a goddess to have babies.”

      She looked at them both with no reduction of crimson lips and brilliant eyes, and abruptly went spinning into the kitchen to find more sweets. Intuitively or extra-sensorially they knew the viewing was over. With both arms flat to her sides and her clothing a sensuously tattered mess, Linda said, “Damn it, I need to find someone or something to make love to. I’m going to stay away from here for a while Jonathan … unless … .” Jonathan understood, and looking at her standing there beautifully flirtatious, and unashamed said, “I wish I could Linda, God I wish I could, you’re a gorgeous woman, but I guess I’m too old-school. I’m a one woman man, even with that beautiful little alien in there. Don’t you have anyone you can trust?”

      While trying unsuccessfully to arrange her tattered clothing, she said, “Hell no! I had someone who loved me once, a veterinarian too, but he’s in Guatemala at the moment and married … or was married. I haven’t heard from him in three years. I didn’t treat him right.” Just then Adamonde came spinning back into the room, handed Linda a cell phone, twittered and chirped at her like a reproving mother, then growled as she cupped Jonathan’s groin with one hand and steadily gazed at Linda. Neither one knew whether it was a veiled threat, a suggestion, or both.

      It took forever for Linda to leave, knowing the morose sensations which would accompany her departure. Jonathan was sympathetic, but the longer Linda exhibited her breasts and attitude, the longer it would take for his shorts to dry. He wanted the wonderful lady gone for his own peace of mind and other things. Meanwhile Adamonde was watching TV and eating marshmallows. He vaguely heard her tink and chime as Linda donned her coat, finally closed the front door and walked slowly to her car looking mostly at the sidewalk. She didn’t call her friend in Guatemala, but said she would, and said she would call Jonathan the next day. She didn’t … do that either.

      Three days after Linda’s visit, Jonathan finally gave in to Adamonde’s chirping admonishments and called Linda. She didn’t immediately call back. Toward evening though, Linda called and asked if she could come over. Jonathan was hesitant and told Linda he’d call back. He discussed the situation with the mother of his children to be, but Adamonde did not understand Jonathan’s frustration with Linda. She thought it silly that Jonathan would be tempted by Linda. It took some time to explain, yet … .

      Linda arrived around 6:15 p.m. and she looked hot. Jonathan saw her coming down the sidewalk from the driveway and asked Adamonde to answer the door while he escaped to the kitchen. She tinkled and chimed and spun her little nude self to the door to wait. As soon as she felt Linda knock she jerked open the door and grabbed Linda. They were chiming and giggling and it finally overwhelmed Jonathan’s curiosity, and he sought them out. They were just sitting on the couch holding hands and apparently telling each other things about Jonathan without verbally conversing. The closer he got to them the more embarrassed he got. Finally, they recognized him mentally and as he turned the corner he saw Linda had on a “shiny yellow body” and black stockings over it. He simply couldn’t take the mental, sexual, sensual heat of her.

      He took Linda tenderly by the hand and although she smiled and giggled thinking she was going have sex with Jonathan, he surprised her by scooping up her hastily discarded outer clothing, ushering her to the door; kissed her fully on the mouth and told her to go home. She was devastated. There was a too-friendly scene on the sidewalk with her and Adamonde, which any close neighbor would have reported, had it actually been witnessed.

      As Linda drove away, Adamonde stood inside the front door with her eyes fixed on the opposite wall and sang peacefully in her language, then abruptly stopped singing, severed her connection with Linda and walked into the kitchen. Jonathan felt it profoundly and actually worried about Linda’s state of mind.

      Adamonde came to him softly and asked him to hold her. She’d never asked, just jumped. He pulled her to his chest, wrapped her in his arms and was surprised he could put his chin on top of her head. He looked at the floor to make sure she wasn’t standing on a boost. She was apparently growing.

      He asked, “Baby, are you growing? You seem taller, but maybe I’m shrinking due to all the body fluids I’m losing.” Adamonde actually giggled, chimed and smiled; her smile then turned to a great silent-wheezing laugh, she grabbed his shoulder with one hand and started to bend over with mirth. He couldn’t believe it. She actually understood he was joking with her. She couldn’t laugh, but by God she was laughing in her own way; sucking in little squeaks with every inhaled breath. The noises she made prompted him to start laughing. Soon they were both on the floor rolling around in a most raucous and sexually shocking way.

      When they finally slowed to an occasional giggle, they were both wet and pink and smelling like cinnamon. Jonathan turned his back and secretly made himself a small mustache from some blackish magazine remnants shredded during their passion. She pulled at him curiously, but he turned away to apply it with the sticky remnants of her sweet cinnamon lubricant, then turned to face her with his eyes opened wide and his hands positioned in the air like a terrible creature. She shrieked hysterically and their knee-weakening collective mirth started anew.

      7.

      Linda was lost and rational thought failed her, so she finally called her male friend in Guatemala. The time zone was a bit different and she woke him, found he was still married; she assumed unhappily so from the way he seemed to enjoy their conversation. The discussions lasted well into his night and her evening. He said some things … some things he should not have said, but which kept her sane for the moment. It was as if he knew, or somehow sensed, she was helpless.

      She hired a relief veterinarian and was in Guatemala within two days. She took plenty of money, but didn’t intend to stay long; she just wanted to look into his eyes and see if she was still in there somewhere. Apparently she was, because they slept in a damp bed the second night and didn’t sleep at all the third, mainly because his marriage was trash. He’d married on the rebound from Linda and seldom saw his wife; a Dallas attorney. Still, she hung on and visited him once in a while; not lately, but twice in the last three months.

      Dr. Larry Michaelson was with an elite team of Veterinary pharmacologists investigating jungle remedies for a large U.S. company subsidiary laboratory; unhampered by U.S. regulations. They’d discovered many good things, but he thought none as good as the woman sitting on his groin at that moment. He was in love with her then, had always been more or less in love with her beauty, and she knew it. Because of that tenderness, he felt a bit defenseless, and asked for details about her job to pull her toward him more.

      She told him the latest developments, but he mostly kept silent and used his intellect for something other than arrogance. Over the course of four amazing days, he extracted the unbelievable story of Adamonde and her poison barbs. Of course he didn’t believe Linda, but if he had, Adamonde’s contribution to the molecular and genetic pool would be extravagant. If only it were true … if only it could be so.

      Linda remained at her small white hotel for five days and returned to Oregon sated, tentatively in love again and determined not to screw it up. She couldn’t wait to tell Adamonde, but Adamonde already suspected. Adamonde told Jonathan, so Jonathan knew. They were both happy for her … especially Jonathan. He breathed a great sigh of relief for Linda, and himself. Adamonde left out the part where Larry coveted Adamonde’s poison … if it was real.

      Linda knew Larry didn’t believe her, well not everything she told him, especially the part about Adamonde. She’d keep that a secret from Adamonde and Jonathan. Oh, that Jonathan! Still, every time she thought about the intense pleasure she received from him through Adamonde she wanted to strip СКАЧАТЬ