The Peabody-Ozymandias Traveling Circus & Oddity Emporium by F Paul Wilson

Author:F Paul Wilson [Wilson, F Paul]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Horror, Fantasy
ISBN: 9781439219577
Goodreads: 6276975
Publisher: Booksurge Publishing
Published: 2007-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

3

"The least he could have done was report them to the cops."

They were in the kitchenette of her trailer. Ginger held one ice pack to the squishy lump on the back of George's head while he held a second to his swollen, purpling nose. The easy treatment those two creeps had received still rankled her.

George shook his head. "A walk with Tarantello," he said softly. "I've heard about that. I'm seen as a deserter of sorts, and a first of May to boot, but I've heard whispers about Tarantello. When Oz sends someone on a walk with Tarantello, they don't come back."

"You mean . . .?"

"I'm not sure exactly what they mean, but no one who gets sent on a walk with the T-man is ever seen or heard from again."

A chill rippled across her skin. She wondered what he did . . . then brushed the thought away. Nothing could be too hideous for those two.

Her thoughts turned to George. He sat in one of her kitchenette chairs. From where she stood behind him she could see his bruised scalp. His bloodied shirt was soaking in the sink. She rubbed his bare shoulder with her free hand.

"How's your nose?"

"Broken, I think. Got to be."

"Thank you," she said. "If you hadn't come along . . ."

"T'warn't nothin'. I just happened to be passing by and got a feeling something might be wrong by the way you seemed to dive into your trailer."

"But what were you doing out there? Your trailer's on the other side of the lot."

A long pause. Finally George cleared his throat and looked up at her. She might have laughed at his swollen nose if she hadn't known how he'd acquired it.

"I was following you."

"Following me?"

"Yeah. I follow you back to your trailer every night. Just to be sure you get home all right."

Her guardian angel. She was touched. She smoothed his curly hair and looked down at him. He really was handsome, even with a broken nose.

"You're a sweetheart."

She leaned over and kissed him. He returned the kiss. Contact with his lips was electric, awakening something within her. She pulled back for an instant but George stretched up and caught her lips again. She didn't resist. A golden warmth suffused her as she settled onto his lap and slipped her arms around his neck. It all seemed so good and right as her tongue found his.

The touch of his chest hairs against her right nipple shocked her. Then she realized that her cloak had fallen open and they were skin to skin. Suddenly she knew she wanted this good, decent, brave man, wanted him very much. Without breaking the kiss she slipped off the cloak and the torn bikini top, then pressed herself against him.

George groaned with the contact and the ends of his arms encircled her breasts in a soft, teasing caress. Ginger shuddered, not with revulsion but pleasure. It felt so good. And the vague kinkiness of it served only to heighten her excitement.

She found George's belt and began to unbuckle it.

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