gns.snakes-第28部分
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ing yet？'
'We'd better leave it a bit。' No use exhausting ourselves； every hour from now onwards is going to take it out of us。 'If I know my mum she'll have raised the alarm by now。 We can keep the windows open an inch or so and listen。 As soon as we think we hear anybody we'll yell our heads off。'
But there was only silence。 Just the buzzing of insects in the surrounding undergrowth。 They might have been a thousand miles from civilisation； marooned on a dried…up waterhole in the middle of some vast arid desert。
Keith had dozed。 Suddenly he was awoken by a movement； jerking him back to reality； not the restless stirring of his panion； but a sudden surge by Kirsten； the click of the catch on the passenger door； the creaking of rusty hinges。
He moved fast； grabbed her shoulder with one hand； reached across and slammed the door with the other； locked it。
'Stop it！' She let out a scream； struck at him with clenched fists。 Her features were screwed up into a mask of panic and desperation； her voice shrill with rising hysteria。 'Let go of me； Keith。 You've no right to keep me here against my will。 I'm going to jump out； run for the road。'
'You'd maybe get ten yards。' He snatched her wrists； held them in a strong grip。 'If that。 You bloody stupid girl； you wouldn't have a chance。 Your only hope is to stay here。'
She struggled frantically； tried to bite him； was twisting her body round in order to free her legs so that she could kick him。 'Let go of me； you bastard。 You brute； I'll 。 。 。'
That was when he hit her； released his hold on her and in the same movement brought the flat of his hand hard across her face； threw her head back。 She screamed but her struggles stopped。 And then she began to cry uncontrollably。
'I'm sorry。' He pulled her to him； kissed her tenderly； 'Believe me； Kirsten； I'm so sorry。'
'And I'm sorry too；' she replied after a while； squeezed his hand。 'I must have been mad。 I don't know what came over me； only that I felt I'd go crazy if I stayed in here a second longer。 I promise I won't do it again。'
'I hope not；' He reached under the seat； came out with a hammer； placed it in the glove…box； stail sticking out。 'See that？'
'What's that for； to hit the snake over the head with？'
'For you to hit me over the head with if I suddenly try to make a break for it。 Just hammer me good and hard； lay me out。' There were times when you had to make a joke out of a crisis。
They both laughed。
Then it was back to waiting。 And praying。
For once Joan Doyle had not waited up for her son to e in。 He'd be all right； he'd only gone down to the Davises and you could not really expect a man （she was repeatedly trying to convince herself these days that Keith was no longer a boy） to be home prompt from courting。
At eleven o'clock she made herself a cup of tea and sat and drank it in the kitchen。 It was one of those evenings when she found herself indulging in reflections； a nostalgic mood brought on by her son's courting。 She hoped that he would marry Kirsten； in a way it would be like getting married herself all over again； reliving their happiness； remembering how things had once been between herself and Bob。
She knew that she could be very attractive if she took the trouble to make herself up； forty…four was no age； really。 There was plenty of time left to find herself a man； start all over again。 No； definitely no！ It would not be the same the second time round； far better to grow old with the memories she already had； just remember that one chunk of her life from twenty to thirty…two； the best years。 All the same； sometimes she despaired at the thought that in all probability she would never ever enjoy a physical relationship with a man again； the thought could age one prematurely； turn you into a kind of maiden aunt。 If you let it。
She felt guilty about the things she sometimes did to herself in the solitude and privacy of her own bed on those nights when the urge got too much for her。 A flood of guilt just confessing to herself that。。。 whatever would Keith think of her if he ever found out？ The shame of it all。 But he wasn't likely to； there was no way he was going to know unless she told him and she would never admit to that even with her dying breath。
The mood was ing on her tonight and she knew she could not stop it。 That was one reason why she wasn't going to sit up and wait for Keith； she found all kinds of other excuses but she knew the real one and it made her feel guilty。
She left the hallway light on and went upstairs。 Keith would be all right。
Joan Doyle studied her nakedness in the full…length wardrobe mirror； experienced a glow of self…satisfaction。 Her figure was still passable； her breasts were still firm and had not sagged； just a few wrinkles on her stomach and a couple of stretch marks。 She would not be ashamed to let a man see her nude。 That in itself was an exciting thought。
Her inhibitions always disappeared when she put the light out； it was as though she stepped into another world。
She tossed the sheets aside and lowered herself on to the bed； smoothed her fingers sensuously up and down the insides of her thighs； escalated her feelings。 She was quivering all over； trembling with anticipation； determined to take her time and enjoy every second of it。 Goodness； it was ages since she had been in a mood as strong as this； if a man had walked into the bedroom right now she would have let him have his way； pleaded with him to do it if necessary。 Seduced him； thrown herself at him。
A thought crossed her mind； she wondered if Keith and Kirsten did 。 。 。 no； she didn't want to think about it。 Just herself； the time that soldier had dated her； the year before she had met Bob； had walked her across the fields and down to the meadow by the river。 She had told him 'no' over and over again but finally she had said 'yes' and they had not got home until well after midnight。
She couldn't hold off much longer； her slender fingers going to places she had been determined to keep them away from for a while yet； moving faster and faster。 And faster。 Her whole body was caught up in a maelstrom； taut as a bowstring。 And then everything seemed to give。 She thrashed and writhed； rolled from one side of the bed to the other and back again； over on to her stomach； crying her joy into the pillow。
The aftermath was so relaxing； like floating in a warm bubble bath without a care in the world； savouring the drowsiness； trying to hold off sleep as long as she could。 Was that a door closing downstairs？ She couldn't be sure but anyway it was a good job that Keith was late home because he might have heard her otherwise。 She would have to be careful in future but it would be a long time before she got in a mood as strong as that again。
Her fantasies and memories followed her into sleep。 Bob； tall and strong on their wedding night。 She had lied and told him she was a virgin。 She couldn't have done otherwise without admitting to having gone with Alistair that evening and she'd never do that。
In the darkened council…semi nuptial chamber； she was aware of her new husband alongside her； of his efforts at marital seduction。 Secretly she was crying out for him to roll on top of her。 Those rough hands of his； a brickie's callouses scraping their way up her legs。 She eased her thighs apart； an invitation to him to feel in between them。 Go on； Bob； touch me there。
He did； but somehow it was no longer sensuous； his roughness abrasive to her own sensitivity； a cold hard probing finger when it should have been soft and warm。 Another movement that hurt her； gouged her soft moist flesh； catapulted her back into wakefulness。
If it was an erotic dream then it did not vanish with waking。 The hand feeling her was still there； clumsily manipulating female organs that shut off instantly。 She sat up； wanted to push it away。
And at that moment she saw it； a long dark shape like a trailing length of rope starkly outlined against t
