After midnight by Richard Laymon

Author:Richard Laymon [Richard Laymon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: SF
ISBN: 9780843951806
Published: 2006-01-30T16:26:19+00:00

30

MDS

I let out a moan and tried to look nauseated. Bending over, I put my hands on my knees.

“Are you sick?” Murphy asked.

“No, no. I’ll…be fine. Just…I’m a little dizzy, that’s all. I’d better just…I’ll be fine in a minute. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no problem.”

“I’d better sit down,” I said, and sank to the floor.

Murphy squatted in front of me, looking appalled. “What’s the matter? Do you need an ambulance, or…?”

“No. No. I’m…I get this way. It’s my…condition kicking up.”

“Condition?”

“MDS.”

“I don’t know what that is.”

As far as I knew, neither did anyone else. I’d just then made it up. “Morning Dehydration Syndrome,” I explained.

“Huh?”

“It’s because I missed breakfast, and…” I trailed off and hung my head.

“Dehydration?” he asked.

“Water. I need…water.”

“Okay. Hang on.” Murphy sprang up, dodged past me, and went rushing for the kitchen.

The answering machine was next to my shoulder and slightly behind me. I stood up quickly and turned around. As I listened to cupboards squeak and water run, I picked up the telephone’s handset, wiped it all over with my skirt and returned it to its cradle. Then I gave the phone’s keypad a quick rub. When the kitchen faucet shut off, I sank to one knee. I was struggling to rise as Murphy trotted in with a glass of water.

“Be careful,” he said.

Wobbling, I made it to my feet. But as I reached for the glass, I lost my balance accidentally on purpose and fell toward Murphy, bumping the glass. The whole load of water caught me in the chest. It drenched the top of my blouse, doused my exposed cleavage, soaked through my bra, and poured down between my breasts.

As I sagged and grabbed Murphy by the shoulders, some of the water underneath my blouse even raced down my belly and soaked the top of my skirt.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him.

“My God,” he gasped. “Are you okay?”

“I…yeah. Just…a little dizzy. Just…I’ll be…fine…In a minute.”

“Are you sure?”

“You won’t let me fall, will you?”

“I don’t think so,” he said, and I felt his arms tighten against my back. He still seemed to be clutching the glass in one hand. His other hand was open and pressing firmly against me.

“I’m not too heavy, am I?” I asked.

“No. No, not at all.”

“I’m starting to feel better.”

He didn’t say anything, but his open hand began to move up and down a little, caressing my back.

“Good thing you’re so strong,” I told him. “I would’ve fallen flat on my face.”

“Sure glad that didn’t happen.”

“I’m really sorry about all this.”

“No need to be sorry about anything.”

“It’s so embarrassing.”

“Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Stumbling around like a drunk.”

“These things happen. But we’d better get some water into you.”

“Instead of ‘onto’ me?”

He laughed quietly, his chest shaking against my breasts.

“What I really need is a towel,” I said.

He laughed again. Then he said, “I think you are feeling better.”

“You don’t feel so bad yourself.”

He didn’t laugh at that one. He just made a sound like, “Mm?” and seemed to tighten up slightly.

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