that finely dewed skin—and stop him.
“Take it.”
Angel’s laugh has a low note of triumph in it. He slides the hands holding the book around my back and kisses me on the lips quickly and hard. A bony kiss, I think. A bone to a good dog. And his eyes glow.
“And don’t go using a slice of salami as a bookmark” is my parting shot, and Angel smirks with just the right delight, just the right casualness, to show me my Angelic visitation’s over, the magical moment has passed, and what’s left is just a cramp in my stomach and a floorful of rubber relics of joy.
ANGEL
I’m sitting in a chair in my bathrobe, and I open the book. I’ve just had my evening shower, and I’m waiting for Pessi to finish his breakfast before I clean the bathroom.
“The number of wild animals in Finland is very large, and all of these beasts are destructive,” Eurén begins. He scrupulously records the animals’ distinguishing characteristics and physical structure. I hear thumpings from the bathroom and nails scratching the floor. Pessi’s hunting a panting guinea pig around the floor tiles and hurling the creature at the walls from time to time; so once again I’ll have to spend quite some time cleaning the splatterings off with Lemon Power Fantastik.
And since different weapons are needed for the mastication of different substances, the shape of the teeth alone may well enable us to determine what each animal’s sustenance is. Again, the pabulum helps us to determine the means of motion each particular animal will need for obtaining the particular nourishment its teeth are adapted to, and also the strength and other physical characteristics required for winning each kind of food, carrying it, and so forth; and thus we may almost always, simply from the teeth, determine the configuration of the whole animal.
I hear a squeak and crunch, because I’ve been too late in gauging when to put my hands over my ears. Pessi has crunched through the guinea pig’s backbone. Appropriately, Eurén is just coming to the cat family.
The largest creatures of this family are formidable predators. Such are the lion, the tiger, the leopard, and the lynx. Hunters also have tales of, on occasion, sighting a troll or forest demon and also the creature called, because of its nimbleness, the thicket demon, an animal which many of them consider a species of cat or large ape. Nevertheless, those who claim to have seen troll-type creatures are extremely rare, even more so those who might have obtained them as booty; so we may be permitted to consider the “forest demon” as pure fabrication and fancy.
I take my hands cautiously off my ears. It’s quiet. Evidently Pessi’s now eating. Eurén continues about cats.
These animals also resemble snakes in their mottled or spotted appearance, the slyness of their nature, the circularity of their reclining posture, and the foul stench they emit when enraged.
I grin. The door creaks and Pessi comes out of the bathroom, looking at peace and satisfied, his small red tongue licking around his mouth like a flame. He bounces straight on to my lap on the sofa and wraps himself into a ball on my knees. His juniper-berry smell pungently overpowers my nostrils, and on my thighs his warm weight, glowing with the excitement of the hunt, is a burden. He’s lazily cleaning the blood from the corners of his mouth, when, hardly knowing what I’m doing, I draw him a little closer to me,just a little and ever so cautiously—and the moment his hot back touches my belly I ejaculate like a volcano.
My heart’s hammering and thumping, like a rock-drill. The sperm has spattered Pessi’s back and my thighs, and I’m doing my level best not to think about what’s just happened. I’ve instinctively put the faded fragile book aside, and Pessi’s just moving away a little, not provoked but to make himself more comfortable, for he’s in the process of cleaning himself, and I thrust him out of my lap—so abruptly, violently
“Take it.”
Angel’s laugh has a low note of triumph in it. He slides the hands holding the book around my back and kisses me on the lips quickly and hard. A bony kiss, I think. A bone to a good dog. And his eyes glow.
“And don’t go using a slice of salami as a bookmark” is my parting shot, and Angel smirks with just the right delight, just the right casualness, to show me my Angelic visitation’s over, the magical moment has passed, and what’s left is just a cramp in my stomach and a floorful of rubber relics of joy.
ANGEL
I’m sitting in a chair in my bathrobe, and I open the book. I’ve just had my evening shower, and I’m waiting for Pessi to finish his breakfast before I clean the bathroom.
“The number of wild animals in Finland is very large, and all of these beasts are destructive,” Eurén begins. He scrupulously records the animals’ distinguishing characteristics and physical structure. I hear thumpings from the bathroom and nails scratching the floor. Pessi’s hunting a panting guinea pig around the floor tiles and hurling the creature at the walls from time to time; so once again I’ll have to spend quite some time cleaning the splatterings off with Lemon Power Fantastik.
And since different weapons are needed for the mastication of different substances, the shape of the teeth alone may well enable us to determine what each animal’s sustenance is. Again, the pabulum helps us to determine the means of motion each particular animal will need for obtaining the particular nourishment its teeth are adapted to, and also the strength and other physical characteristics required for winning each kind of food, carrying it, and so forth; and thus we may almost always, simply from the teeth, determine the configuration of the whole animal.
I hear a squeak and crunch, because I’ve been too late in gauging when to put my hands over my ears. Pessi has crunched through the guinea pig’s backbone. Appropriately, Eurén is just coming to the cat family.
The largest creatures of this family are formidable predators. Such are the lion, the tiger, the leopard, and the lynx. Hunters also have tales of, on occasion, sighting a troll or forest demon and also the creature called, because of its nimbleness, the thicket demon, an animal which many of them consider a species of cat or large ape. Nevertheless, those who claim to have seen troll-type creatures are extremely rare, even more so those who might have obtained them as booty; so we may be permitted to consider the “forest demon” as pure fabrication and fancy.
I take my hands cautiously off my ears. It’s quiet. Evidently Pessi’s now eating. Eurén continues about cats.
These animals also resemble snakes in their mottled or spotted appearance, the slyness of their nature, the circularity of their reclining posture, and the foul stench they emit when enraged.
I grin. The door creaks and Pessi comes out of the bathroom, looking at peace and satisfied, his small red tongue licking around his mouth like a flame. He bounces straight on to my lap on the sofa and wraps himself into a ball on my knees. His juniper-berry smell pungently overpowers my nostrils, and on my thighs his warm weight, glowing with the excitement of the hunt, is a burden. He’s lazily cleaning the blood from the corners of his mouth, when, hardly knowing what I’m doing, I draw him a little closer to me,just a little and ever so cautiously—and the moment his hot back touches my belly I ejaculate like a volcano.
My heart’s hammering and thumping, like a rock-drill. The sperm has spattered Pessi’s back and my thighs, and I’m doing my level best not to think about what’s just happened. I’ve instinctively put the faded fragile book aside, and Pessi’s just moving away a little, not provoked but to make himself more comfortable, for he’s in the process of cleaning himself, and I thrust him out of my lap—so abruptly, violently
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