cb.coldheart canyon-第59章
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The sky was almost lightless now。 She could barely see her hand in front of her face。 She let her eyes slide closed； draping the stars。 In the grass around her； the cicadas sang a rhythmical lullaby。
Suddenly； somewhere not very far off； there rose an unholy din； part howl； part yelp； part laughter。 Her eyes sprang open。 The hairs at her nape stood on end。 Was this a farewell performance by the Canyon？ One last attempt to squeeze her wits dry？
No； no。 This wasn't for her benefit。 It was too far away。 Up at the house。 Yes； that was it； somebody up at the house was having one hell of a party。
Curiosity got the better of her fatigue。 Tammy pushed herself up onto her knees； and attempted to figure out where the cacophony was ing from。 There was light visible between the trees； flickering； but not flames。 This was too cold a light to be fire。
Perhaps this wasn't a party after all。 The din was as nasty as it was raucous。 Who the hell could be making such a noise？ The freaks perhaps？ It seemed the likeliest source。 She pictured them laying siege to the house。 Oh God in Heaven； suppose they'd gone after Todd？ Sniffed him out in his weakened state； and attacked him？
The thought of harm ing to him was unbearable； even now。 It forced her to get up off the ground； something she couldn't have done on her own behalf。 For a few seconds she stood with legs wide planted； uncertain whether she was going to fall down again。 Then； she told herself to move； and much to her surprise her body obeyed the instruction。 Her legs felt like lead and her head as light as a helium balloon； but she managed to stagger five or six steps without falling down。
The noise from the house had subsided somewhat； but the lights were still visible between the trees。 She paused for a moment to catch her breath； and while she did so she studied the lights； trying to make sense of them。 Was it possible what she was seeing were people？ Yes it was。 Several of the figures had slipped away from the immediate vicinity of the house； and were ing closer to her。 Some were zigzagging through the trees； as though they were engaged in a game of some kind。 What sort of creatures were these； she wondered； that capered like children playing； but had such luminescence about them？
She stumbled on another two or three steps； but her body wasn't going to carry her much further； she knew。 It was only a matter of time before she fell down again； and next time she knew she wouldn't have the strength to pick herself up。
Then； very close by； she heard the sound of something moving through the thicket。 She looked in the direction of the sound。 An animal perhaps？ A coyote； or…
〃Tammy？〃
She held her breath； not quite daring to believe that she recognized the voice。
〃It's Willem；〃 he said。
Her legs almost gave out from sheer gratitude。 He came out of the bushes and caught hold of her before she fell。
〃I'm heavy；〃 she warned him。
〃I'm strong；〃 he said。
So she let him take her weight； sinking against his chest。 As she relinquished herself to him she heard a little girl somewhere nearby； sobbing pitifully。 She was about to ask who the hell it was making such a noise when she realized it was her own voice。
〃It's all right；〃 Zeffer said。 〃I'm here now。 Everything's going to be fine。〃
She wasn't sure that she believed him； it sounded like a bad piece of dialogue to her。 But this was no time to be judgmental。 He'd e to look for her； and she was grateful。 She put her head on his chest； like a B…movie heroine snatched from the jaws of death； and laughing； then sobbing； then laughing again； let him put his arms around her； and rock her awhile。
SEVEN
Finally； it had not been Todd who'd lost control； but her other lover。
〃I can't。。。hold back。。。much longer；〃 he said。
The girl was beyond giving even the most rudimentary instructions： she lay in a daze of pleasure； her legs hoisted up by Todd so that he could see the wonderful machinery of their interconnected anatomies。
〃Are you ready？〃 the other man said to him。 His face was liquid shadow； his eyes wild。
〃You say the word。〃
〃Lift her legs higher。〃
Todd did as he was instructed； noticing as he did so that their game had brought all the other games in the immediate vicinity to a halt。 Everyone was watching the spectacle； their gazes ravenous。
The girl's eyes were closed but there was no doubt that she had achieved； and was sustaining； some state of sexual Nirvana。 There was a Gioconda smile on her wet lips； and when on occasion her lids did flutter open； only the whites of her eyes were visible。
The girl's other lover had one hand on her face； a thumb pressed between her lips； but his other hand was gripping the muscle that ran from Todd's nape to his shoulder； gripping it so hard it hurt。 Todd was glad of the pain。 It was just enough to keep him distracted from emptying himself。
The man's eyes opened wide。 〃Oh yeah！〃 he bellowed； and Todd came the closest he'd ever e to feeling another man's orgasm。
The girl opened her eyes； and looked at Todd。 〃You too；〃 she said。
〃No；〃 said another voice。
Todd looked up。 It was Katya who had spoken。 She was looking at him with an appreciative smile on her face。 Clearly she'd enjoyed watching the ménage…à…trois。 But it was clear she now wanted Todd to leave the game。
〃Gotta go；〃 he said to the girl。
She put her hand down between their legs； as though to hold him inside。
〃Sorry；〃 he said； and pulled out of her。
As he stood up there was a light patter of applause from the vicinity of the bower。
〃Quite the performer。〃 Katya said； as she stood up。 She had his pants。 He started to put them on； pressing his dick out of sight。
〃You can e back and find them again another night。〃 Katya said； as she hooked her arm through Todd's； and escorted him away from the place。
It seemed the scene in the night…blooming jasmine had begun a chain reaction amongst the ghosts。 As they walked through the warm darkness he saw orgiasts on every side； involved in pleasuring themselves and one another。 Clothes had been shed in the grass or hung in the branches like Hallowe'en spooks； kisses were being exchanged； murmurs of passion。 As he'd already discovered； death had done nothing to dim the libidos of these people。 Though their dust and bones lay in cold tombs and mausoleums across the city； their spirits were very much in heat here。 And； as Katya had told him； nothing was forbidden。 It was only curious to see so many familiar faces amongst the orgiasts。 Faces he associated with everything but this： edians and adventurers and players of melodrama。 But never naked； never aroused。 And again； as had been true in the bower； what he would have turned away from in revulsion in the pany of the living； intrigued and inflamed him here； amongst the famous dead。 Was that Gary Grant with his trousers around his ankles； and Randolph Scott paying tribute below？ Was that Jean Harlow lying on one of the lower boughs of a tree； with her foot running up and down the erection of a man standing devotedly by？ There were others； many others； he only half…recognized； or didn't recognize at all。 But Katya supplied names as they wandered back to the house： Gilbert Roland and Carole Lombard； Frances X。 Bushman and Errol Flynn。 A dozen times； seeing some coupling in progress； he wanted to ask； was that so…and…so？ Three of four times he did。 When the answer was consistently yes； he gave up asking。 As for what was actually going on； well the pictures in the Pool House had given him a good idea of how wild things could get； and now he was seeing those excesses proved in the flesh； for just about every sexual peccadillo was being indulged somewhere in the Canyon tonight。 Nor did Todd discount the possibility that even more extreme configurations than those he could see were going on in the murk between the trees。 Given what he'd ended up doing after only a short night here； imagine the possibilities an occupant in the Canyon might invent with an indeterminate number of nights to pass： knowing you were dead but denied a resting…place？
What new perversions would a soul invent to distract itself from the constant threat of en
