Perry, Steve - Matador 01 - The Man Who Never Missed by Guess Who

Author:Guess Who [Who, Guess]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-08-15T15:35:15+00:00

"-younger and tighter, that's all he wants! Buddha, I had the goddamn surgery like he wanted, I took the rejuve to the limit, I don't look sixty, I look thirty-five, see how they still stand up? And I know the tricks, buddy, believe it, I can make a man howl like a dog, if I want, and shit, he's off sticking it to some teenpuss young enough to be our granddaughter! She can't know anything! Why? I don't understand men, they're such assholes-"

"-failed the exam, flat, I sucked it, I'm cold meat in the eyes of parents and sibs and classics, I am raised, you bury? Sure, they give you a second blast, but you have to wait six months, and that'll be during the Light-nobody will want to play stroke-the-grad in the sunshine-!"

Khadaji gave advice. He nodded a lot, made sympathetic murmurs, and so a lot of the customers thought he knew more than he did. But he was learning. The lot of man was made up of lots of individuals, and the stories rang true, if similar. Love, hate, lust, fear, the emotions were the same. And there was another emotion he found, too....

The man was a freight handler, off a freighter dropping heavy machinery on planet from out-system. He was big, well built and attractive. He sat at the bar, wearing a coverall spotted with dirt and machine lube, sniffing spirals of kick-dust and laughing. He was talking to a local next to him.

"-best I ever had. I've had 'em on twelve worlds in four systems, but this pussy was talented! I never had an exotic before and they are everything they're cracked up to be!" He laughed at his own pun, and shook his head.

"She couldn't get enough, she turned me every which way but loose. I wished I had a gallon of android, I would have wore myself down to a nub.

And she didn't charge me a demi-stad, either. The best I ever had and it was free! Shit, I might just jump ship and stay here-" he stopped talking and stared at someone in the pub. Then the freight handler nudged the local with one beefy hand and said, "Shit, there she is now!"

Khadaji turned, to see who had made the man so happy.

And found himself looking at Juete.

It had to be a mistake. Even as he thought it, he knew it wasn't-Juete wasn't somebody you could forget. Then he thought, it must have happened before they'd met; Juete's past was her own, he couldn't fault her for thatThe big man slid from the barstool, grinning. "It's been two days, I'm ready for another round," he said.

Two days. Khadaji felt that lance of dry ice again, only mis time it ran from his bowels to his brain, turning-him numb. He watched, detached, as the freight handler approached Juete. Two days ago, she had left early, had been gone for hours before he'd gone to meet her. But it couldn't be.

The look Juete gave the man was not that of someone meeting a stranger.

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