The Mutant Season by Robert Silverberg by Haber Karen

Author:Haber, Karen [Haber, Karen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mutants, Politics, political thriller, Science Fiction, thriller, facism
Amazon: B01K957IRS
Goodreads: 128799648
Publisher: Phoenix Pick
Published: 1989-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

13

MELANIE SAT ON the green watercouch and shivered as she watched the flickering images on the roomscreen. Benjamin leaned over, put his arm around her shoulder, and squeezed gently. The warmth of his hand was pleasant against her arm and she snuggled against him.

“Frightened?” he asked.

“Not really. I just hate watching this over and over. Jacobsen never hurt anybody. And when I think that her murderer was that creep Tamlin, my stomach hurts.”

“He must have been psychotic. A crazy mutant hater.”

“The way he tried to strangle me at the club. I still have nightmares.”

Benjamin cupped her face in his hand. “You don’t have anything to worry about now. You’re with me.”

Melanie smiled, admiring his warm brown eyes and dark hair. If only he’d pull her a little closer.…

To her disappointment, he gave her a brotherly hug and stood up.

“Maybe I should go to the police.”

“And tell them what?” His tone was brusque. “That Tamlin attacked you? He’s dead. The best thing you can do now is forget about him. Otherwise, you’ll just get involved in trouble you don’t want.”

“You’re probably right.”

Melanie sank back against the tan cushions. She was tired of watching endless replays of Jacobsen’s death. Jacobsen was gone. Melanie wanted to forget about her. And Tamlin.

Benjamin yawned and looked at the clock. “I’m wiped, kid. Stay up if you want, but I’m going to bed.” He gave her a quick, crooked smile and was gone.

She sighed and dialed up an old movie from the eighties, landing right in the midst of a love scene. Melanie watched it wistfully.

I want Ben to do that to me, she thought. With his mouth, all over. She watched the lovers onscreen couple skillfully, passionately, gasping and writhing. She reached for a joystick, biting off the end for a quicker rush.

Maybe he doesn’t like women, she thought. But then what was he doing at the club? And what am I doing here? Why did he rescue me and give me a job? A place to live? She’d been here almost a month. She gave a quick, affectionate look around the sumptuous living room, lingering on the rich wall covering and fine red Navaho rugs.

After the first week, she’d left her bedroom door unlocked, wondering if he’d notice. No reaction. She’d started wearing shimmering, opalescent shifts at home, which revealed more of her body than they concealed. He acted as though she was wearing a dylon box. They lived together like brother and sister. But she already had two brothers, thanks.

The joystick relaxed her and she felt that familiar, persistent warm tickle begin between her legs. Hell, she was tired of masturbating. If she were telepathic, she could implant a few erotic suggestions while Ben slept. But she wasn’t telepathic. Melanie sighed. She’d have to take the old-fashioned approach.

She turned off the screen and walked toward Ben’s door. There was no light seeping from beneath it. Good. She palmed it carefully and it slid open without a sound. In the dimness, she could just make out his form in bed.

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