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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] some of us wouldlike to play it" a teasing snicker "but as we must in order to maintain proper decorum and to avoid shocking our latest arrivals." Jeff felt her eyes on him even though he was looking at the floor. His feelings were mixed, and he wondered whether the ring would really shock him if he permitted himself to think uncharitably of their hostess. "Volunteers?" Darlene inquired lightly. No hands shot up. She looked about the room, peering through a lorgnette she had suddenly found amidst the bulges in the top of her gown. She spied someone and pounced. A pale-faced woman with untinted brown hair came from a divan. Darlene pulled her to the center of the room and placed her hand over the victim's eyes. "Now don't peek, Opal." Margo touched the cap of the can. A fine mist played about Opal's right ear. "This is your mouth," Darlene said. "Your mouth." She continued to cover the girl's eyes for a full two minutes, while the audience waited nervously. At length Darlene removed her hand. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it, dear? You thought it would hurt or something, didn't you, never having played Sensuals before." Opal was perplexed, as was Jeff, watching. "That's all? Nothing happened," she said. "Nothing, dear?" Darlene's smile was cruel. "All you did was cover my eyes and say 'this is your mouth.' What kind of a game is that?" Darlene signaled to a robot waiter with a tray of drinks. The machine came forward and she lifted a concoction and handed it to Opal. "Try this and tell us what you think of it. It's a new formula." The dark-haired girl took the slender glass, raised it hesitantly, conscious of the eyes upon her, and touched its rim to the ear that had been sprayed. She moved her head to the side and the drink slopped into her ear. She paused judicially. "I think, Darlene, that it's a little sweet." Laughter exploded from three of the divorcees, while the men looked uncomfortable. Opal glanced at them in confusion, then at the drink, wondering what was so funny. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html "Try it again, dear," Darlene said with a straight face. "You must be mistaken. This is a very special drink." The girl poured the rest of it into her ear. The thick greenish liquor made long ribbons as it ran down the side of her face and into her undyed hair. Her face was very serious. Even the men laughed now, somewhat shamefacedly. In moments the entire assemblage was convulsed with embarrassed mirth. Suddenly Jeff realized what the stuff was. He had seen something similar on Alpha IV: a colorless fluid, contraband, that desperate men painted on their hands before fighting. Hands so treated appeared to be insensitive to pain. Once a man had painted it over his entire body and gone about in a continuous orgy of pleasure, laughing every time he touched anything. "He's dosed himself in ignorance," a cynical oldtimer had observed. "He'll be dead in a day." And he was. A broad back interposed itself between them and the hostess. A dark head half-turned and Jeff saw that it was the space captain. "Get your ringer girl out of here, Spacer," the big man said. "This is not for you." Jeff needed no urging. A moment later he stood with Alice outside the closed door while the laughter continued unabated within. He took her arm and walked her toward the corridor bridge. "What was that, Alice?" He wanted to know what Earth called it. "It's oh, Jeff, it's Instant Confusion, a hallucinogen. People spray it on a part of themselves and then someone tells them it's a different part. A foot becomes a hand, a leg an arm, and it's real for them even when they know what's happening. They think it's very funny but it's a dangerous drug. If someone gets an overdose he can become addicted and gradually lose his sanity, and if he had children " "You mean it affects the " "The genes, yes. If the dose is bad enough." He put his arm around her, feeling the shudder in her body and wondering at the devilment of the woman who had brought them to this unwholesome party. Darlene obviously enjoyed tormenting people in the same way that a drunk might enjoy tormenting a reformed alcoholic. "Where are thedecent people?" he asked her. "Isn't anyone on Earth " "They do exist, Jeff. Most aren't like these " She hesitated, prevented from speaking evil. "You have to judge them by what's inside. Most of the ones at that party are all right; they just got dragged along. That captain " She didn't realize who the spacer was. Still, the man had acted to spare them further trouble. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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