cb.imajica1-第19章
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He had no logical explanation for this。 The feeling was a mystery； and mysteries weren't his specialty。 They were the stuff of after…dinner conversation； when…mellowed by brandy and candlelight…people confessed to fascinations they wouldn't have broached an hour earlier。 Under such influence he'd heard rationalists confess their devotion to tabloid astrologies； heard atheists lay claim to heavenly visitations； heard tales of psychic siblings and prophetic deathbed pronouncements。 They'd all been amusing enough； in their way。 But this was something different。 This was happening to him； and it made him afraid。
He finally gave in to his unease。 He located Martin's number and called the apartment。 The lover boy picked up。
He sounded agitated and became more so when Gentle identified himself。
〃I don't know what your goddamn game is；〃 he said。
〃It's no game；〃 Gentle told him。
〃You just keep away from this apartment…〃
〃I've no intention…〃
〃…because if I see your face； I swear…〃
〃Can I speak to Jude？〃
〃Judith's not…〃
〃I'm on the other line；〃 Jude said。
〃Judith； put down the phone！ You don't want to be talking with this scum。〃
〃Calm down； Marlin。〃
〃You heard her； Mervin。 Calm down。〃
Marlin slammed down the receiver。
〃Suspicious； is he？〃 Gentle said。
〃He thinks this is all your doing。〃
〃So you told him about Estabrook？〃
〃No； not yet。〃
〃You're just going to blame the hired hand； is that it？〃
〃Look； I'm sorry about some of the things I said。 I wasn't thinking straight。 If it hadn't been for you maybe I'd be dead by now。〃
〃No maybe about it；〃 Gentle said。 〃Our friend Pie meant business。〃
〃He meant something；〃 she replied。 〃But I'm not sure it was murder。〃
〃He was trying to smother you； Jude。〃
〃Was he？ Or was he just trying to hush me？ He had such a strange look…〃
〃I think we should talk about this face to face；〃 Gentle said。 〃Why don't you slip away from lover boy for a late…night drink？ I can pick you up right outside your building。 You'll be quite safe。〃
〃I don't think that's such a good idea。 I've got packing to do。 I've decided to go back to London tomorrow。〃
〃Was that planned？〃
〃No。 I'd just feel more secure if I was at home。〃
〃Is Mervin going with you？〃
〃It's Marlin。 And no； he isn't。〃
〃More fool him。〃
〃Look； I'd better go。 Thanks for thinking of me。〃
〃It's no hardship；〃 he said。 〃And if you get lonely between now and tomorrow morning…〃
〃I won't。〃
〃You never know。 I'm at the Omni。 Room one…oh…three。 There's a double bed。〃
〃You'll have plenty of room； then。〃
〃I'll be thinking of you；〃 he said。 He paused； then added； 〃I'm glad I saw you。〃
〃I'm glad you're glad。〃
〃Does that mean you're not？〃
〃It means I've got packing to do。 Good night； Gentle。〃
〃Good night。〃
〃Have fun。〃
He did what little packing of his own he had to do； then ordered up a small supper： a club sandwich； ice cream； bourbon； and coffee。 The warmth of the room after the icy street and its exertions made him feel sluggish。 He undressed and ate his supper naked in front of the television； picking the crumbs from his pubic hair like lice。 By the time he got to the ice cream he was too weary to eat； so he downed the bourbon…which instantly took its toll…and retired to bed； leaving the television on in the next room； its sound turned down to a soporific burble。
His body and his mind went about their different businesses。 The former； freed from conscious instruction； breathed； rolled； sweated； and digested。 The latter went dreaming。 First； of Manhattan served on a plate； sculpted in perfect detail。 Then of a waiter； speaking in a whisper； asking if sir wanted night； and of night ing in the form of a blueberry syrup； poured from high above the plate and falling in viscous folds upon the streets and towers。 Then； Gentle walking in those streets； between those towers； hand in hand with a shadow； the pany of which he was happy to keep； and which turned when they reached an intersection and laid its feather finger upon the middle of his brow； as though Ash Wednesday were dawning。
He liked the touch and opened his mouth to lightly lick the ball of the shadow's hand。 It stroked the place again。 He shuddered with pleasure； wishing he could see into the darkness of this other and know Its face。 In straining to see； he opened his eyes； body and mind converging once again。 He was back in his hotel room； the only light the flicker of the television； reflected in the gloss of a half…open door。 Though he was awake the sensation continued； and to it was added sound： a milky sigh that excited him。 There was a woman in the room。
〃Jude？〃 he said。
She pressed her cool palm against his open mouth； hushing his inquiry even as she answered it。 He couldn't distinguish her from the darkness； but any lingering doubt that she might belong to the dream from which he'd risen was dispatched as her hand went from his mouth to his bare chest。 He reached up in the darkness to take hold of her face and bring it down to his mouth； glad that the murk concealed the satisfaction he wore。 She'd e to him。 After all the signals of rejection she'd sent out at the apartment…despite Marlin； despite the dangerous streets； despite the hour； despite their bitter history…she'd e； bearing the gift of her body to his bed。
Though he couldn't see her； the darkness was a black canvas； and he painted her there to perfection； her beauty gazing down on him。 His hands found her flawless cheeks。 They were cooler than her hands； which were on his belly now； pressing harder as she hoisted herself over him。 There was everywhere in their exchange an exquisite syn…chronicity。 He thought of her tongue and tasted it； he imagined her breasts； and she took his hands to them； he wished she would speak； and she spoke （oh； how she spoke）； words he hadn't dared admit he'd wanted to hear。
〃I had to do this 。 。 。〃 she said。
〃I know。 I know。〃
〃Forgive me。〃
〃What's to forgive？〃
〃I can't be without you； Gentle。 We belong to each other； like man and wife。〃
With her here； so close after such an absence； the idea of marriage didn't seem so preposterous。 Why not claim her now and forever？
〃You want to marry me？〃 he murmured。
〃Ask me again another night；〃 she replied。
〃I'm asking you now。〃
She put her hand back upon that anointing place in the middle of his brow。 〃Hush；〃 she said。 〃What you want now you might not want tomorrow。 。 。。〃
He opened his mouth to disagree； but the thought lost its way between his brain and his tongue； distracted by the small circular motions she was making on his forehead。 A calm emanated from the place； moving down through his torso and out to his fingertips。 With it； the pain of his bruising faded。 He raised his hands above his head； stretching to let bliss run through him freely。 Released from aches he'd bee accustomed to； his body felt new minted： gleaming invisibly。
〃I want to be inside you；〃 he said。
〃How far？〃
〃All the way。〃
He tried to divide the darkness and catch some glimpse of her response； but his sight was a poor explorer and returned from the unknown without news。 Only a flicker from the television； reflected in the ^loss of his eye and thrown up against the blank darkness； lent him the illusion of a luster passing through her body； opaline。 He started to sit up； seeking her face； but she was already moving down the bed； and moments later he felt her lips on his stomach； and then upon the head of his cock； which she took into her mouth by degrees； her tongue playing on it as she went； until he thought he would lose control。 He warned her with a murmur； was released and； a breath later； swallowed again。
The absence of sight lent potency to her touch。 He felt every motion of tongue and tooth in play upon him； his prick； particularized by her appetite； being vast in his mind's eye until it was his body's size： a veiny torso and a blind head lying on the bed of his belly wet from end to end； straining and shuddering； while she； the darkness； swallowed him utterly。 He was only sensation now； and she its supplier； his body enslaved by bliss；； unable to remember its making or conceive of its undoing。 God； but she knew how he liked to be pleas
