Ryder Hook 03 - Star City by Tully Zetford

Author:Tully Zetford [Zetford, Tully]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-11-09T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

TERIFIA wanted Hook to wear the new pair of boots she had her robots buy for him.

The three-dimensional cube appearance tv glimmered away all across the far wall. They'd been showing over the network some of the selected items purchased from Hook's fifty kilos and everyone agreed the material was of first quality. There was even some music from the pre-space age, long since forgotten and known only from records that mentioned it in passing, or as footnotes. There would be a lot more to be said about that cache of pre-space age music; right now Hook was arguing with Terifia about his boots.

He'd lost his boots before, of course, and was likely to do so again. But it was a damned inconvenient business having to have new ones made for him. He waved his left boot in the lady Terifia's face so that she backed a step.

"Look at it, Terifia! What's wrong with it? I like my boots —"

"But they're worn, Hook! Surely you can see that!"

She had no need to explain the reason for her statement. No-one in this galaxy wore old or worn out clothes when new ones were available. Only slaves and those unfortunates of a similar kind had to descend to that banality.

"They've lasted well. Look, love, your new boots are great, fine; but I'd prefer to wear my own on this safari."

Safari. That was what Lars Cu-Foylty called the coming trip to the planet around whose flanks they eternally orbited.

Terifia would not be placated until Hook upended her on a suspended bed and ripped off her flimsy negligee. She wore a new one every single night, as was customary for a lady of her position. He studiously ignored her short fat legs and concentrated on those parts of her female form he really could admire and soon she was gasping and moaning and clawing at him and completely forgot all about boots, old or new. "You're a devil, Hook! A black devil!"

"Yes."

"Give me some air — I'm suffocating."

"Finished already?" He nudged her flank and she laughed and they set to again. By the time he could crawl into his own bed Hook felt she wouldn't bother about boots. Mind you he'd have to organise a pair of boots with a built in ag-pak in each one. He felt a distaste in the thought of sponging on Terifia for that. But a real pair of spring-heel-jacks would have been useful before now. He'd think about it ... He'd had a pair once; but they'd been burned off him and that had been that. Just before he slept he had an apocalyptic vision of the furry aliens with their unlovely features and brilliant bone-hooded eyes and flat clumsy feet and nauseous smell being ripped into bloody shreds by the bat-shaped monsters. Hell and damnation!

The quicker he was off Stellopolis the better.

In the morning Terifia put up a tremendous fuss organising her outfit for the hunt.

She had the catalogues running through half a dozen different screens

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