if.goldfinger-第47部分

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hen　I'm　going　off　the　air　till　we　e　in　to　ditch　over。'
　'Okay　Speedbird　I　see　the　point　wind　here　force　two　sea　conditions　long　smooth　swell　no　broken　crests　you　should　make　it　okay　I'll　soon　have　you　on　the　radar　and　we'll　keep　constant　watch　on　your　wavelength　have　whisky　for　one　and　iroas　for　five　waiting　good　luck　over。'
　Bond　said；　'Thanks　C　for　Charlie　add　a　cup　of　tea　to　that　order　would　you　I've　got　a　pretty　girl　on　board　this　is　Speed…bird　saying　over　and　out。'
　Bond　released　the　switch　and　handed　the　microphone　to　the　radio　officer。　He　said；　'Pilot；　they're　putting　down　flares　and　keeping　constant　watch　on　our　wavelength。　Wind　force　two；　long　smooth　swell　with　no　broken　crests。　Now　take　it　easy　and　let's　try　and　get　out　of　this　alive。　As　soon　as　we　hit　the　water　I'll　get　the　hatch　open。　Until　then　if　anyone　es　through　the　cockpit　door　he　gets　shot。　Right？'
　The　girl's　voice　sounded　from　the　door　behind　Bond。　'I　was　just　ing　to　join　the　party　but　I　won't　now。　Getting　shot　doesn't　agree　with　me。　But　you　might　call　that　man　back　and　make　it　two　whiskies。　Tea　makes　me　hiccup。'
　Bond　said；　'Pussy；　get　back　to　your　basket。'　He　gave　a　last　glance　round　the　cockpit　and　backed　out　of　the　door。
　Two　hours；　two　years；　later　Bond　was　lying　in　the　warm　cabin　in　Weathership　Charlie　listening　dreamily　to　an　early　morning　radio　programme　from　Canada。　Various　parts　of　his　body　ached。　He　had　got　to　the　tail　of　the　plane　and　made　the　girl　kneel　down　with　her　head　cradled　in　her　arms　on　the　seat　of　a　chair。　Then　he　had　wedged　himself　in　behind　and　over　her　and　had　held　her　life…jacketed　body　tightly　in　his　arms　and　braced　his　back　against　the　back　of　the　seat　behind　him。
　She　had　been　nervously　making　facetious　remarks　about　the　indelicacy　of　this　position　when　the　belly　of　the　Strato…cruiser　had　thudded　into　the　first　mountain　of　swell　at　a　hundred　miles　an　hour。　The　huge　plane　skipped　once　and　then　crashed　nose　first　into　a　wall　of　water。　The　impact　had　broken　the　back　of　the　plane。　The　leaden　weight　of　the　bullion　in　the　baggage　partment　had　torn　the　plane　in　half；　spewing　Bond　and　the　girl　out　into　the　icy　swell；　lit　red　by　the　line　of　flares。　There　they　had　floated；　half　stunned；　in　their　yellow　life…jackets　until　the　lifeboat　got　to　them。　By　then　there　were　only　a　few　chunks　of　wreckage　on　the　surface　and　the　crew；　with　three　tons　of　gold　round　their　necks；　were　on　their　way　down　to　the　bed　of　the　Atlantic。　The　boat　hunted　for　ten　minutes　but　when　no　bodies　came　to　the　surface　they　gave　up　the　search　and　chugged　back　up　the　searchlight　beam　to　the　blessed　wall　of　iron　of　the　old　frigate。
　They　had　been　treated　like　a　mixture　of　royally　and　people　from　Mars。　Bond　had　answered　the　first；　most　urgent　questions　and　then　it　had　all　suddenly　seemed　to　be　too　much　for　his　tired　mind　to　cope　with。　Now　he　was　lying　luxuriating　in　the　peace　and　the　heat　of　the　whisky　and　wondering　about　Pussy　Galore　and　why　she　had　chosen　shelter　under　his　wing　rather　than　under　Goldfinger's。
　The　connecting　door　with　the　next　cabin　opened　and　the　girl　came　in。　She　was　wearing　nothing　but　a　grey　fisherman's　jersey　that　was　decent　by　half　an　inch。　The　sleeves　were　rolled　up。　She　looked　like　a　painting　by　Vertes。　She　said；　'People　keep　on　asking　if　I'd　like　an　alcohol　rub　and　I　keep　on　saying　that　if　anyone's　going　to　rub　me　it's　you；　and　if　I'm　going　to　be　rubbed　with　anything　it's　you　I'd　like　to　be　rubbed　with。'　She　ended　lamely；　'So　here　I　am。'
　Bond　said　firmly；　'Lock　that　door；　Pussy；　take　off　that　sweater　and　e　into　bed。　You'll　catch　cold。'
　She　did　as　she　was　told；　like　an　obedient　child。
　She　lay　in　the　crook　of　Bond's　arm　and　looked　up　at　him。　She　said；　not　in　a　gangster's　voice；　or　a　Lesbian's；　but　in　a　girl's　voice；　Will　you　write　to　me　in　Sing　Sing？'
　Bond　looked　down　into　the　deep　blue…violet　eyes　that　were　no　longer　hard；　imperious。　He　bent　and　kissed　them　lightly。　He　said；　'They　told　me　you　only　liked　women。'
　She　said；　'I　never　met　a　man　before。'　The　toughness　came　back　into　her　voice。　'I　e　from　the　South。　You　know　the　definition　of　a　virgin　down　there？　Well；　it's　a　girl　who　can　run　faster　than　her　brother。　In　my　case　I　couldn't　run　as　fast　as　my　uncle。　I　was　twelve。　That's　not　so　good；　James。　You　ought　to　be　able　to　guess　that。'
　Bond　smiled　down　into　the　pale；　beautiful　face。　He　said；　'All　you　need　is　a　course　of　TLC。'
　'What's　TLC？'
　'Short　for　Tender　Loving　Care　treatment。　It's　what　they　write　on　most　papers　when　a　waif　gets　brought　in　to　a　children's　clinic。'
　'I'd　like　that。'　She　looked　at　the　passionate；　rather　cruel　mouth　waiting　above　hers。　She　reached　up　and　brushed　back　the　ma　of　black　hair　that　had　fallen　over　his　right　eyebrow。　She　looked　into　the　fiercely　slitted　grey　eyes。　'When's　it　going　to　start？'
　Bond's　right　hand　〃　came　slowly　up　the　firm；　muscled　thighs；　over　the　flat　soft　plain　of　the　stomach　to　the　right　breast。　Its　point　was　hard　with　desire。　He　said　softly；　'Now。'　His　mouth　came　ruthlessly　down　on　hers。



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