Intimate sex scenes
He moved on. A narrow, ink-black passage separated R. Sonderbergs cigar store from the house on the far side — a low, two-story structure with a gabled roof and ancient shingles curled by the weather. The parlor window on the lower floor was a curtainless, palely lamplit rectangle; framed in it was the just discernible shape of a white-haired, shawl-drapedwoman in a high-backed rocking chair, either asleep or keeping a lonely watch on the street. Crowded close along the rear of store and house, paralleling Gunpowder Alley from the Jessie Street corner to its end, stood the long back wall of a warehouse, its dark windows steel shuttered. There was nothing else to see. And still nothing to hear except the wind. She was never alive, said Chico. Sure,” he went on, feeling their eyes on him suddenly. “Its something left over from a movie studio. Liquid rubber skinned over a steel frame. A prop, a dummy.” She was back in the starless dark. The rocks had grown very much colder. She could feel icy feathers falling on her face—snow. He lost consciousness shortly after that. When he awoke, it was dark. He was not dead yet, for he could hear the sounds of guns again. Let them kill each other. He was out of it. It really was not such a bad way to die, if only it wouldnt take so long. He could tolerate the pain, but he hated the waiting. One by one she called them by name, whipped them with phrases used on small children—but never on grown men. She turned the bed down and I crept across the gray, wrinkled sheets and, turning my back to the room, I huddled one ear on the flat tobacco-smelling pillow and lay tense and uncomfortable in the dark, as her weight shaped and re-shaped the bed around me. There was a brief silence before I heard the soundless breathy shape of her words,How long, O God, how long? Do you have any idea why? Or who the assailant was? The next was a big one. It came in and went out and the sand was empty. The whiteness was gone and the black diamonds and the great threads of the harp. Now, forced out of his lair by his hunger, he climbed the hill. The odd creatures on the hilltop had given him good things to eat, sometimes, when he did things which they made him understand they wanted him to do. Purposeless things, and some of them were very hard, but the odd creatures gave him good things to eat when he did them. Anna wants a husband! Anna wants a husband. Deet and LaNell were dancing around me, teasing me sing-song. Kathy smiled slowly behind them. Tom Trimble and I have been next-door neighbors all our lives, though our houses are six miles apart. We run adjoining ranches in that part of Texas where cedar, prickly pear, and prairie dogs are the chief nuisances and, in a dry year, twenty-five acres of land are needed to support a single cow.... It sure God isnt. It was a contest between him and me, and I wanted to get him my own way. But I guess it’s a good thing he’s off the night roads. Of course not! Theyre solid as this house and the rock under it—to the eye and to the touch too. A person could even climb them. If you ever stirred outside you’d know these things. The city station transmits pulses of alternating matter at sixty cycles a second. The science of it is overyour head. She knew she was hearing the sounds, the music, only in her imagination. But the illusion was so strong, so very strong, she thought for the moment she could distinguish Ashs own tones, his message to her, so dear, so intimate, so reassuring.___ (Three of these nine quotes are by tried-and-true science-fiction writers; three are by scientists; three by serious writers.) Because of its importance to both you and Dr. Nemur (and need I say to myself, too?) I have checked and rechecked my results a dozen times in the hope of finding an error. I am sorry to say the results must stand. Yet for the sake of science, I am grateful for the little bit that I here add to the knowledge of the function of the human mind and of the laws governing the artificial increase of human intelligence..
