cb.coldheart canyon-第50章

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kly　passing　away。　It　would　soon　be　dark。　And　judging　by　the　repeated　glances　the　woman　gave　the　sky；　she　too　was　cognizant　of　the　failing　light。　After　the　third　or　fourth　glance　Tammy　couldn't　help　but　ask　her　what　she　was　so　nervous　about。　〃Peacock；〃　she　said。　A　peacock？　There　had　been　peacocks　here？　It　wasn't　so　surprising；　on　second　thoughts。　It　fitted　with　the　extravagance　of　the　place。　But　they　belonged　on　well…clipped　lawns；　not　in　this　jungle　of　thorns　and　flowers。　And　even　assuming　the　bird　could　push　its　way　through　the　thicket　without　being　stripped　of　all　its　finery；　what　could　it　do　if　did　catch　up　with　them？　They　had　bad　tempers；　she　remembered　reading　once；　but　they　were　nervous　things。　She'd　just　shoo　it　away。

　 〃Nothing　to　be　scared　of；〃　Tammy　said。
　 The　woman　gave　her　another　disconcerting　sideways　look。　The　male；　meanwhile；　came　up　beside　Tammy　and　stared　at　her　breasts。　Not　about　to　be　intimidated；　Tammy　she　stared　back。　There　was　something　vaguely　recognizable　in　this　freak；　a　cast　to　his　features　which　reminded　her　of　somebody　famous。　Who　the　hell　was　it？　Some　movie　star。　Was　it　Victor　Mature？　Yes；　it　was。　Victor　Mature。　It　was　uncanny。
　 The　lookalike；　meanwhile；　leaned　forward；　hooked　a　long　cold　finger　through　a　hole　in　Tammy's　blouse　and　before　she　could　do　a　damn　thing　about　it；　tore　the　light　cotton　blouse　away　from　her　skin。
　 〃You　keep　away　from　me；〃　she　told　the　offender。
　 He　bared　his　teeth　at　her。　〃Pretty　boobies；〃　he　said。
　 〃What？〃
　 The　forbidding　grimace　had　transformed　into　a　weird　version　of　a　smile。　〃Titties；〃　he　said。
　 He　reached　out　and　touched　the　side　of　her　breast　with　his　open　palm；　stroking　it。　〃Jugs。　Knockers…〃
　 〃Baby　feeders；〃　Tammy　added；　figuring　it　was　better　to　play　along　with　the　joke；　however　witless。
　 〃Fun　bags；〃　he　grinned；　almost　moronically。
　 She　wondered　just　for　a　moment　if　that　was　the　answer　to　this　mystery：　that　these　pitiful　remnants　of　humanity　were　cretins；　mongols；　retards；　the　children　of　Hollywood　parents　who　could　not　bear　the　idea　that　they'd　produced　such　freaks；　and　given　them　over　to　somebody　who'd　simply　dumped　them　in　the　empty　Canyon。　No；　that　was　ridiculous。　Atrocities　like　that　didn't　happen　in　this　day　and　age；　it　was　unthinkably　callous。　But　it　did　go　some　way　to　explaining　the　curious　passages　of　starry　flesh　and　bone　she　kept　seeing：　Garbo's　throat　on　the　woman；　Victor　Mature　in　this　breast…obsessed　male。
　 〃Udders；〃　he　said。
　 〃Jigglies；〃　she　countered。　〃Chi…chis。　Kazooms…〃
　 Oh；　she　had　a　million。　So　presumably　did　every　woman　with　larger　than　average　breasts　in　America。　It　had　started　when　she　was　twelve；　when　thanks　to　an　unfortunate　hormonal　trick　she　was　walking　around　with　a　bosom　that　would　have　looked　just　fine　on　a　big…boned　twenty…two…year…old。　Suddenly　men　were　looking　at　her；　and　the　dirty　words　just　came　tumbling　out　of　their　mouths。　She　went　through　a　phase　when　she　thought　every　man　in　Sacramento　had　Tourette's　Syndrome。　Never　mind　that　the　girl　with　the　hooters　was　twelve；　men　got　diarrhea　of　the　mouth　at　the　sight　of　large　breasts。　She　had　them　called　everything：　'the　twins'；　'skin…pillows'；　her　'rack'；　her　'set'；　her　'mounds'；　her　'missiles'；　her　'melons'；　her　'milk…makers'。　At　first　it　upset　her　to　be　the　object　of　fun；　but　after　a　while　she　learned　not　to　listen　to　it　anymore；　unless　some　unusual　name　came　along　to　swell　the　lexicon；　like　'global　superstars'；　or　'bodacious　ta…tas'；　both　of　which　had　brought　a　despairing　smile　to　her　face。　Of　course　in　two　years　time　all　her　girlfriends　had　got　bosoms　of　their　own…
　 〃Wait。〃
　 The　female　had　halted；　its　body　suddenly　besieged　by　nervous　tics。
　 〃What's　wrong？〃　Tammy　said。
　 The　woman　governed　her　little　spasms　and　stood　still；　listening。　Then　pointed；　off　to　her　right；　and　having　pointed　she　quickly　bounded　away；　dragging　Tammy　after　her。
　 As　they　fled…and　that's　what　it　was　suddenly；　fleeing…Tammy　glanced　back　over　her　shoulder。　They　were　not　taking　this　journey　unacpanied。　There　was　a　contingent　of　freaks　ing　after　them；　though　they　were　keeping　their　distance。　But　it　was　not　the　freaks；　however；　that　the　female　was　so　afraid　of；　it　was　something　else。
　 〃What？〃　Tammy　gasped。　〃What？〃
　 〃Peacock；〃　the　woman　replied。　She　didn't　speak　again。　She　simply　let　go　of　Tammy's　arm　and　threw　herself　into　the　cover　of　the　thicket。　Tammy　turned；　and　turned　again；　looking　for　the　creature　that　had　caused　this　unalloyed　panic。　For　a　moment；　she　saw　nothing；　and　all　she　heard　was　the　sound　of　the　female　racing　off　though　the　thicket。
　 Then；　almost　total　silence。　Nothing　moved；　in　any　direction。　And　all　she　could　hear　was　a　jet；　high；　high　above　her。
　 She　looked　up。　Yes；　there　it　was；　crawling　across　the　pristine　blue；　leaving　a　trail　of　vapor　tinted　amber　by　the　setting　sun。　She　was　momentarily　enchanted；　removed　from　her　hunger　and　her　aching　bones。
　 〃Beautiful；〃　she　murmured　to　herself。
　 The　next　moment　something　broke　cover　not　more　than　ten　yards　from　her。
　 This　time　Tammy　didn't　stand　there　mesmerized；　as　she　had　at　the　cages。　She　threw　herself　out　of　the　path　of　the　shape　that　was　barreling　towards　her。　It　was　the　bizarrest　of　the　all　the　freaks　she'd　encountered。　Like　all　its　kin　it　had　some　of　her　own　species　in　its　genes　but　the　animal　it　was　crossed　with…yes；　a　peacock…was　so　utterly　unlike　a　human　being　that　the　resulting　form　defied　her　prehension。　It　had　the　torso　of　a　man；　and　the　stick…thin　back　legs；　scaly　though　they　were；　also　belonged　to　a　human　being。　But　its　neck　was　serpentine　and　its　head　no　larger　than　a　fist。　Its　eyes　were　tiny　black　beads；　and　between　them　was　a　beak　that　looked　as　though　it　could　do　some　serious　damage。　Having　missed　her　on　the　first　assault　it　now　turned　around　and　came　at　her　again；　loosing　a　guttural　shriek　as　it　did　so。　She　stumbled　backwards；　intending　to　turn　and　run；　but　as　she　did　so　it　raised　its　body　up　and　she　saw　to　her　disgust　that　it　underbelly　was　made　exactly　like　that　of　a　man；　and　that　it　was　in　a　state　of　considerable　arousal。　The　moment　of　distraction　cost　her　dearly。　She　fell　back　against　a　blooming　rhododendron　bush；　and　lost　her　footing　in　a　midst　of　pink…purple　blossom。　She　cursed　loudly　and　coarsely；　grabbing　onto　whatever　she　could…blossom；　twig；　root…to　haul　herself　up。　As　she　attempted　to　do　so　she　saw　the　creature　slowly　lower　its　sleek　turquoise　head；　and　one；　of　its　scaly　forelimbs…withered　remnants　of　arms　and　hands…went　to　its　chin；　where　it　idly　scratched　at　a　flea。
　 Then；　while　she　struggled　like　an　idiot　to　get　back　on　her　feet；　the　creature　lifted　up　its　backside　and　spread　its　glorious　tail。　By　some　quirk　of　genetics；　it　had　inherited　its　father's　glory　intact。　The　tail　opened　like　God's　own　fan；　pensating　for　every　other　grotesque　thing　about　the　beast。　It　was　beautiful；　and　the　creature　knew　it。　Tammy　stopped　struggling　for　a　moment；　thinking　perhaps　she　could　talk　some　sense　into　this　thing。
　 〃Look　at　you；〃　she　said。
　 Was　there　brain　enough　in　that　little　skull　to　understand　that　it　was　being　flattered？　She　frankly　doubted　it。　But　the　creature　was　watching　her　now；　its　head　cocked　to　one　side。　She　kept　talking；　telling　it　how　fine　it　looked；　while　tentatively　reaching　around　to　find　a　branch　large　enough　to　carry　her　weight；　so　that　she　could　pull　herself　to　her　feet。　The　creature　shook　its　tail；　the　feathers　hissing　as　they　rubbed　against　one　another。　The　iridescent　eyes　in　their　turquoise　setting　shimmered。
　 And　then；　without　warning；　it　was　on　her。　It　moved　so　suddenly　she　didn't　have　a　chance　to　clamber　out　of　its　way。　She　fell　back　into　the　blossoms　for　a　second　time；　and　before　she　could　raise　her　arms　to　ward　it　off；　the　peacock　came　down　against　her　body；　trapping　her。
　 She　felt　its　erection　against　her　body；　and　its　wizened　hands　clawing　at　her　breasts。　Its　beak　snapped　above　her　face；　threatening　her　eyes。
　 For　a　moment　she　lay　still；　afraid　of　what　it　would　do　to　her　if　she　resisted　it。　But　then　it　began　to　thrust　its　hips　against　her；　and　a　spasm　of　revulsion　overcame　her　better　judgment。　She　reached　up　and　caught　hold　of　the　thing's　neck；　just　below　the　head；　her　fingers　digging　deep　into　its　blotchy；　corrugated　flesh。