Carnal Surgery by Edward Lee

Author:Edward Lee
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-06-03T03:00:00+00:00

THE TABLE

Her name was Elaine. Some uncanny static seemed to lift several strands of her hair off her shoulders; they hung there like sun-colored threads in basements murk. Graham suspected it must be her just-as-uncanny excitement.

About the table.

He drained the last of his beer, set the bottle down on an ancient steamer trunk that was next to an ancient Philco record-changer cabinet. What a strange place; the owner had died within the past few days, and he'd been a junk collector.

But Graham got back to the point. "Your fascination with the table ... It's intriguing."

"I'm a kink," Elaine giggled. It was a sultry giggle, and it suited the rest of her. "What can I say? That's why my last boyfriend dumped me-said I was too perverted for him. Can you imagine? A guy saying that?"

To her? Graham could. After their conversation at the Crossroads-a proverbial redneck dump full of redneck tramps—Elaine effervesced, in spite of her earthy language and peculiarities.

"So where's this autopsy table?" he asked instead of answering her question.

"Not an autopsy table, a dissection table," she corrected, and already her erecting nipples were betraying her excitement. "Place just outside of town, Wroxeter. It used to be an abbey, but they closed that down-then the state reopened it because they needed an annex lab for the university medical school. Couple years ago-"

She left the story dangling, half-finished, her attentions diverted as she drifted more than walked toward the dusty metal table in the comer. Large rust-like stains sullied the surface. Dried blood. Nobody had cleaned it, which seemed odd. "Old Man Halm bought it from the police auction, and put it down here with all his other junk. He's the town eccentric, collects junk that has a history."

Graham watched her from behind: moonlight from the small eye-level window silhouetted her curvaceousness-an enticing black cutout. She had her hand on the table, touching its metal as though it were iconic, or resonant with some cryptic magic.

"The old man bought it from a police auction?" Graham asked confoundedly.

"Well, sure. After it happened, the police took the table out of the school and impounded it as evidence. But there were no fingerprints on it so they eventually put it up with for auction. They do an auction every year, but it's mostly drug-dealers' cars and stuff bought with drug money that the cops confiscate during raids. I guess they figured the school would re-buy it, but Halm got there first. He told them not to even bother cleaning it-the whacko."

Sounds to me like YOU'RE the whacko, Elaine, Graham thought and smiled to himself. "And?"

She didn't hear him. She was staring at the table, tracing her finger up and down its runoff gutter, around its drain. She let out a long hot breath. Graham wasn't sure but he thought she was rubbing the finger of her other hand up and down over the crotch of her cut-off jeans. From behind, her calves and thighs seemed to tense.

Yeah, she's a whacko, all right. The table was turning her on the way a Chippendale dancer might turn on a normal woman.

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