A Rude Awakening. Brian Aldiss

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СКАЧАТЬ Chae or I die. That girl got bad terrible disease.’

      ‘Horry love this China girl.’

      ‘Stink-pig, no make fun how I speak! If you try speak Shantung dialect, I make fun you, you foreign devil, you take your filthy disease hand out my cunt fast, or I scream for Daisy.’

      Laughing, I overcame her resistance and kissed her. You were full of hope in those days, dear Margey, as I was. Have you lost it all by now, and the years ground you down?

      At the time, I told myself that I still had a chance to make up my mind and to plan accordingly. Matters could be arranged. I would have to get military permission to marry Margey; otherwise, there was no way in which she could leave Sumatra. ‘Do you, Horatio Stubbs, take this China girl, Tung Su Chi, to be your lawful wedded wife?’ Then we could get to Singapore at least. Not that I wanted to stay in Singapore … There was India, but India was passing from British hands. And in England – I flinched to think of the cretinous reception Margey might receive there; the attitude of my mates in the mess gave me warning enough on that score.

      In order to arrange anything, I had to get in touch with Captain Maurice Boyer, my company officer. I had left it a bit late, because Boyer was not in Medan. He was in Padang, on the other side of the island, and I would have to speak to him over the air.

      There was another difficulty, which I had often tried to explain to Margey, who steadfastly refused to believe a word of all the unlikely formalities which constituted army regulations. I was in Medan on detachment from the Mendips. My battalion was stationed down in Padang, four hundred or so miles away, the other two battalions of 8 Brigade having been shifted to Batavia in Java, where the British and the Dutch were having more trouble than in Sumatra. Major Inskipp had recently been repatriated. Now it was the eccentric Boyer I had to speak to, and I knew how difficult it was to hold personal discussions over a wireless link.

      One other possibility existed. I could talk to Captain Jhamboo Singh, the dandified officer under whose supervision I came officially whilst in Medan. He was perfectly capable of taking decisions, being Commanding Officer of the British personnel of 26 Div and such odd bods as me. But I failed to visualise how I could talk to an Indian about my chances of marrying a Chinese girl.

      Too violent to last, the rainstorm was fading away. The dripping into the landing basin became more slowly spaced and deeper in tone. Daisy could be heard singing softly to her baby on the other side of the partition.

      ‘There’s a good film showing at the Deli Cinema tomorrow evening. Shall we go and see it?’

      ‘I don’t want see any films. Why you change the subject? Why you are ashamed to be see’ with me in London if you don’t mind in Medan? You think I not pretty enough for Mayfair or something, you bastard? Anyhow, what is this rotten film you mention?’

      ‘Melvyn Douglas and Joan Crawford in They All Kissed the Bride. Comedy.’

      ‘Aei-ya, I love Joan Crawford. Really great, though not so hot as Rita. Will you take me along, in spite my bad temper, honest?’

      ‘What do I get if I do?’

      ‘You so kind man, Horry. Though you do not love me, you so sweet man.’ She rubbed her face against mine so that one wing of that night-black hair swept my cheek, while her naughty little hand teased my prick again. As I began to respond, she rolled over so that she was half on top of me, opening her legs and gently chafing her fanny against my thigh.

      Her titties swung into my grasp like two mangoes, her nipples became imprisoned between my thumb and first finger. In the heat, we were juicy together. She had that beautiful clear scent, which was in part an artificial aid but mainly emanated from her body. As we started to stir, the covering slid from us on to the floor. Shadows lay across our flesh. Part-seen, Margey was wholly lovely.

      She had my prick in a curious grip, her thumb pointing up its stem. Up came her right leg and – pwop! – she’d slipped cock and thumb – yet it was the tiniest little delicate petalled hole you ever saw – up that succulent passage and was immediately working on my knob, while smiling impudently into my face, as if determined to sharpen the blunt end to a fine point. Sliding over on the bed, I pulled her right on top of me, grunting at her in encouragement.

      ‘Aei-ya, you muscle-brute!’ She bounced away so positively that I was afraid, as I counter-thrust from below, that I would lose her. Her legs were spread wide now, she clutched at my torso. Working my hands down between her little tight buttocks, I nailed her in place with one finger up her bumhole. As ever, that induced tremendous voltage on both sides. She always came when I did that. ‘Illegal, illegal!’ she cried. We went over the top.

      We were having a smoke. The downpour ceased. Margey got up and opened her little window. Draughts of cool air blew in, tickling our flesh. Outside, water dripped from innumerable broken gutters. From Daisy in the next compartment came only silence; she and her baby were asleep. Checking with my watches, I found the Amsterdam one had stopped; I wound it vigorously. The Indian one indicated a time somewhere near eleven-twenty, but the hour hand looked a bit loose. It was time I thought about getting back to the billet.

      A shot sounded only a couple of streets away. It was answered almost immediately by rifle fire. The first weapon replied, then a sten opened up, firing bursts. I stubbed my fag out and jumped to the window, pushing the lamp and custard powder away so that I could lean out.

      ‘Horry, you get shot, come in!’ Margey called.

      In the alley, all was quiet. The action was taking place in the street beyond.

      Running feet could be heard. A dog was barking. The sten opened up again for one brief burst, then a vehicle engine started – a Jeep by the sound of it. Whatever vehicle it was, it belted up Bootha Street from the direction of the Kesawan, and I caught sight of the wash of its lights as it shot past the entry to the side street in which we were ensconced. Then silence. A minute later, I could hear its engine distantly, still going like the clappers. No more shots.

      Night airs moved against my cheek. Wild dogs yelped dispersedly from the direction of the Deli River. Incredible to think that next Monday night – only next Monday night – I would be away from here for ever, waiting in Nee Soon stinking transit camp for the boat to take me home. It was like a sentence of death; all this would exist only as something shrivelling slowly in memory, flowers in an empty vase.

      Margey smacked my haunches.

      ‘Why you must stick your head out there, you foolish soldier? Why they shoot so close here? Never before so close, I think. Aei-ya, never any peace, nowhere! After the Nips are beaten, now come these terrible Indonesians under Dr Soekarno, to make new troubles. Will they shoot again, Horry?’

      ‘That’ll be it for tonight.’ I drew the curtains and put the lamp back. ‘Probably just some trigger-happy MPS, or some nut trying something … I’d better get on back.’

      She clung to me with fierce strength.

      ‘Damn you, why you have no proper feeling? What do men think, blast them? Listen to me, Horry, I no speak more of coming to live London with you. Not London, not Singapore, not Tsingtao, not any place on this round globe. But I much hurt in my heart, okay. You know I am educated girl with Shanghai degree. I understand more than you how us two live different places – me here, you there – only – no, I no can find words, my Horry, tell you all things … Fuck it, forget what I say … Just stay here with me in this humble room tonight, all night. Just sleep and love, no more jig-jig, just stay in Margey’s arms, my English love.’

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