Now, are you an emissary of Goldtooth Wu, the eldest son, or a thief and here on your own account? He left the silence hanging, using it to undermine his opponent while he rethought his position. Paul Choy wavered but held his gaze steady.
But if I present the coin, you will grant the favor.ĭunross stared at him silently, trying to shake him, dealing with him Western style. The young man shook his head, his throat tight. If it's the real coin your honor and the face of the Noble House is at stake and the fa-įorget that How do you recover the half-coin before the favor? I just have to present the coin and ask the favor. Sorry, tai-pan, I don't have to prove anything, Paul Choy replied confidently. Sorry, but I don't think that's a good idea.įirst I would ask who has the other half, now that Four Fingers is an ancestor. Paul Choy felt his heart about to burst, the thong around his neck suddenly a noose, the half-coin burning into his flesh. Paul Choy stared back at the tai-pan, unafraid, even though his heart was beating faster than it had ever beaten - even more than when he was on the junk a lifetime ago - the young Werewolf's blood on his hands, the half-dead, mutilated body leaning against him, and his father shouting at him to throw the man overboard. The coin was given to an individual who would pass it on to an individual. Who in the family Wu? Dunross asked harshly, deliberately rough. Is there no way to prove it's yours, Phillip? he had asked him. You think I'm a fool to be bamboozled by an ancient legend?ĭunross had already talked to Phillip Chen about the coin. Sorry we had to put it off from yesterday, but, er, the wax impressions - they fitted one of your two remaining half-coins? When the door was shut, Paul Choy wiped his hands without noticing it.
KICK THE BUDDY FOREVER FREE
I kissed her and held her, my hands free and rough over her thighs and stealing into the secret crevice, to feel there the firmness of a young woman's secret body.Dunross kept his eyes boring into the youth. Her silver-and-black hair made a rumpled mass down her back and displayed a long neck. She sat up on the bed, her breasts amazingly firm, and the pink nipples turned up. Those things preserve, I said,but you make the beauty. It was not that the death attracted me it was that it made her all the more precious, something to be lost in a moment. For the first time I heard a waterfall, its gentle trickle, and then I listened to the sound of water touching leaves, but my body was an engine of desire, and what drove me was her naked breasts, rather small, with the pink nipples of a girl, and the smell of death, rising sweet like a crushing lily. I kissed the calves of her legs, her thighs. I would be naked.Īnd you were the last thing, she breathed into my ear, her hands clawing gently at my back.You were the last thing she saw. Though suddenly aware of a fatigue from all the night's tricks, I nevertheless told my clothes to assemble themselves nearby and await my command. I stretched out my arms and looked up at the sky.
The angles of her face were tight and delicate and precise in the dimness. I kissed her and held her, my hands free and rough over her thighs and stealing into the secret crevice, to feel there the firmness of a young woman's secret body. Not an electric light burned in the place. It was like fruit between her legs, like peaches or plums, it was just wet enough. I was too happy for humility, and to feel the sinews in my arms tighten was to be among living things, and surely some of those things must be good things. I looked down for the first time on my own chest, pubic hair, erect organ. What was the point of warning her that I might dissolve in the process? I was going to do it. I had my hands beneath her small backside, and cuddled it.īut I had to do it. Sweet God, she whispered, kissing me all over my face. Yes, I said,God, capricious as He is he lavished his blessings on you and on your daughter, Esther. She reached for buttons, but I gestured there was no need. Let me see you without your clothes, she said. They can make me look young, but they can't save my life. She kissed my beard, kissing it along the bone of my jaw.It's hormones and modern science I have a woman's chemicals inside me, that's all. It's all drugs, my love, she said, as though feeling my wonder.