Abduction (17 page)
Authors: Robin Cook
Tags: #Fiction, #Suspense, #Onbekend, #Unabridged Audio - Fiction, #Suspense & Thriller
"Press your palm against one of the girl's," Michael said.
Richard beckoned one of the two he'd just been kissing, but she motioned for him to wait. She took a bit of the cream for herself, rubbed it into her palm, and then pressed hers against Richard's. The result was the same as it had been for Michael. It took Richard a full minute to pull out of the blissful delirium that enveloped him.
"Oh, my god" Richard cried. "That was like an orgasm. Gimme some more!" Michael snatched the jar away from his groping hand. "Find your own," he said.
Richard made another lunge for the jar, but Michael batted his hand away. Perry was in the middle of explaining to Luna what it meant to be the president of Benthic Marine when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. It was Suzanne. She looked concerned. "Richard and Michael are starting to quarrel," Suzanne said. "I'm worried. Arak is seeing to it that their glasses are never empty, and they're already very drunk." "Uh-oh!" Perry said. "That could spell trouble." He glanced in the divers' direction and saw them pushing and shoving each other.
"I think we'd better walk out there and try to control them," Suzanne said. "I guess you're right," Perry said. He hated to leave Luna. "Let them have their fun," a voice said behind Suzanne. "Everyone is enjoying them. They're quite lively." She turned to find the same man who'd asked her if she lived with a mate. "We're afraid their behavior could become disruptive," Suzanne said. "We don't want to take advantage of your hospitality."
"Let Arak worry about their behavior," the man said. "As you can see, he is encouraging their drinking." "I noticed that," Suzanne said. "It's not a good idea." "Leave it up to Arak," the man said. "It's his job to take care of them, not yours. Besides, I'd like to talk with you in private for a moment."
"You would?" Suzanne responded. She was nonplused by the request. She glanced back at the divers and was relieved to see they'd stopped their squabbling and had settled back down into their bevy of reclining women. Suzanne looked at Perry, wondering if he'd heard the man's request. He had. Perry smiled mischievously and gave Suzanne an encouraging nudge. "Why not?" Perry whispered leaning toward her. "We're supposed to be enjoying ourselves, and the diver emergency has passed for the time being." "It will be just for a moment," the man said.
Richard beckoned one of the two he'd just been kissing, but she motioned for him to wait. She took a bit of the cream for herself, rubbed it into her palm, and then pressed hers against Richard's. The result was the same as it had been for Michael. It took Richard a full minute to pull out of the blissful delirium that enveloped him.
"Oh, my god" Richard cried. "That was like an orgasm. Gimme some more!" Michael snatched the jar away from his groping hand. "Find your own," he said.
Richard made another lunge for the jar, but Michael batted his hand away. Perry was in the middle of explaining to Luna what it meant to be the president of Benthic Marine when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. It was Suzanne. She looked concerned. "Richard and Michael are starting to quarrel," Suzanne said. "I'm worried. Arak is seeing to it that their glasses are never empty, and they're already very drunk." "Uh-oh!" Perry said. "That could spell trouble." He glanced in the divers' direction and saw them pushing and shoving each other.
"I think we'd better walk out there and try to control them," Suzanne said. "I guess you're right," Perry said. He hated to leave Luna. "Let them have their fun," a voice said behind Suzanne. "Everyone is enjoying them. They're quite lively." She turned to find the same man who'd asked her if she lived with a mate. "We're afraid their behavior could become disruptive," Suzanne said. "We don't want to take advantage of your hospitality."
"Let Arak worry about their behavior," the man said. "As you can see, he is encouraging their drinking." "I noticed that," Suzanne said. "It's not a good idea." "Leave it up to Arak," the man said. "It's his job to take care of them, not yours. Besides, I'd like to talk with you in private for a moment."
"You would?" Suzanne responded. She was nonplused by the request. She glanced back at the divers and was relieved to see they'd stopped their squabbling and had settled back down into their bevy of reclining women. Suzanne looked at Perry, wondering if he'd heard the man's request. He had. Perry smiled mischievously and gave Suzanne an encouraging nudge. "Why not?" Perry whispered leaning toward her. "We're supposed to be enjoying ourselves, and the diver emergency has passed for the time being." "It will be just for a moment," the man said.
"What do you mean, 'in private'?" Suzanne asked. She took in the stranger's chiseled features and
liquid eyes and felt her heart skip a beat. She'd never seen a man quite so classically handsome, much less spoken with one.
"Well, not really in private," the man said with a disarming smile. "I thought we could just withdraw a few steps or perhaps climb the stairs to the balcony. I only wish to be able to speak to you alone for a moment."
"Well, I suppose," Suzanne said. She looked back at Perry. "I'll be right here," Perry said, "with Luna." Suzanne let herself be led up the stairs. "My name is Garona," the man said as they climbed. "Mine is Suzanne Newell," Suzanne responded. "That I know," Garona said. "Dr. Suzanne Newell, to be precise." They reached the top of the stairs and leaned against the balustrade. Below, it was apparent the gala was a great success: laughter and lively conversation drifted up from the throng. Most people were milling around the central pool area where the divers and their harem were the focus of attention. The crowd was orderly, gracious, and respectful. Those closest to the dancing were constantly giving way so that those on the periphery could move up to get a close-up view. "Thank you for giving me this moment," Garona said. "It's unfair for me to monopolize your time." "It's quite all right," Suzanne said. "It's a relief of sorts to step back and get this overview." "I had to talk with you to tell you I find you irresistible," Garona said. Suzanne peered into Garona's handsome face. She expected to see at least a faint vestige of a sly smile. Instead he was regarding her with a warm, smiling intensity that suggested utter sincerity. "Run that by me again," Suzanne said.
"I find you absolutely irresistible," Garona repeated. "You do?" Suzanne asked. She chuckled nervously. "Truly," Garona said.
Suzanne's eyes wandered back to the crowd to give her a chance to process this unexpected encounter. She hesitated before turning back to him. "You're very flattering, Garona," she said. "At least I think you are. So I'm sorry if I seem skeptical, but with all these absolutely gorgeous and flawless females, I find it a bit hard to believe you'd be interested in me. I mean, I know my limitations. In the irresistible arena, I'm no competition for any of these women here." Garona's smile never faltered. "Perhaps it is hard for you to believe," he said. "But nonetheless it is true."
liquid eyes and felt her heart skip a beat. She'd never seen a man quite so classically handsome, much less spoken with one.
"Well, not really in private," the man said with a disarming smile. "I thought we could just withdraw a few steps or perhaps climb the stairs to the balcony. I only wish to be able to speak to you alone for a moment."
"Well, I suppose," Suzanne said. She looked back at Perry. "I'll be right here," Perry said, "with Luna." Suzanne let herself be led up the stairs. "My name is Garona," the man said as they climbed. "Mine is Suzanne Newell," Suzanne responded. "That I know," Garona said. "Dr. Suzanne Newell, to be precise." They reached the top of the stairs and leaned against the balustrade. Below, it was apparent the gala was a great success: laughter and lively conversation drifted up from the throng. Most people were milling around the central pool area where the divers and their harem were the focus of attention. The crowd was orderly, gracious, and respectful. Those closest to the dancing were constantly giving way so that those on the periphery could move up to get a close-up view. "Thank you for giving me this moment," Garona said. "It's unfair for me to monopolize your time." "It's quite all right," Suzanne said. "It's a relief of sorts to step back and get this overview." "I had to talk with you to tell you I find you irresistible," Garona said. Suzanne peered into Garona's handsome face. She expected to see at least a faint vestige of a sly smile. Instead he was regarding her with a warm, smiling intensity that suggested utter sincerity. "Run that by me again," Suzanne said.
"I find you absolutely irresistible," Garona repeated. "You do?" Suzanne asked. She chuckled nervously. "Truly," Garona said.
Suzanne's eyes wandered back to the crowd to give her a chance to process this unexpected encounter. She hesitated before turning back to him. "You're very flattering, Garona," she said. "At least I think you are. So I'm sorry if I seem skeptical, but with all these absolutely gorgeous and flawless females, I find it a bit hard to believe you'd be interested in me. I mean, I know my limitations. In the irresistible arena, I'm no competition for any of these women here." Garona's smile never faltered. "Perhaps it is hard for you to believe," he said. "But nonetheless it is true."
"Well, than I am sincerely flattered," Suzanne said. "But perhaps you could tell me why you find me so
irresistible."
"It's hard to put into words," Garona said. "At least give it a try," Suzanne said. "I suppose I'd have to say it involves your freshness or your innocence. Or perhaps it's your alluring primitiveness."
"Primitiveness?" Suzanne echoed. "That's how Arak characterized Richard." "Well, he definitely has it, too," Garona said. "And that's supposed to be a compliment?" Suzanne asked. "Here in Interterra it is," Garona said. "What exactly is Interterra?" Suzanne asked. "And how long has it been in existence?" Garona smiled patronizingly and shook his head. "I've been warned against answering any questions other than purely personal ones about myself." Suzanne rolled her eyes. "Sorry," she said with a touch of sarcasm. "I guess it just slipped out." "It's quite all right."
"So, I have to think up some personal questions?" "If you'd like," Garona said.
"Well . . ." Suzanne said as she tried to think of one. "Have you always lived down here?" Garona roared with laughter, loudly enough to attract the attention of two men on the floor below. They looked up, waved when they recognized Garona, and began making their way toward the stairs. "I'm sorry I laughed," he said, "but your question underlines how wonderfully innocent you are. It's so refreshing. I'd love to get better acquainted. When you have had enough of the festivities and you want to leave, let me know. I'd love to take you to your room. We can spend some intimate time together pressing palms, just you and I. What do you say?" Suzanne's mouth slowly dropped open as the true meaning of Garona's proposal dawned on her. She laughed mockingly. "Garona, I don't believe this," she said. "Only a short time ago I thought I was going to die. Now I'm in a fantasyland with a great-looking guy making a pass at me and wanting to come to my room. How am I supposed to respond?"
"Just say yes," Garona said.
"I'm afraid I'm a little too stunned to reply so smoothly."
irresistible."
"It's hard to put into words," Garona said. "At least give it a try," Suzanne said. "I suppose I'd have to say it involves your freshness or your innocence. Or perhaps it's your alluring primitiveness."
"Primitiveness?" Suzanne echoed. "That's how Arak characterized Richard." "Well, he definitely has it, too," Garona said. "And that's supposed to be a compliment?" Suzanne asked. "Here in Interterra it is," Garona said. "What exactly is Interterra?" Suzanne asked. "And how long has it been in existence?" Garona smiled patronizingly and shook his head. "I've been warned against answering any questions other than purely personal ones about myself." Suzanne rolled her eyes. "Sorry," she said with a touch of sarcasm. "I guess it just slipped out." "It's quite all right."
"So, I have to think up some personal questions?" "If you'd like," Garona said.
"Well . . ." Suzanne said as she tried to think of one. "Have you always lived down here?" Garona roared with laughter, loudly enough to attract the attention of two men on the floor below. They looked up, waved when they recognized Garona, and began making their way toward the stairs. "I'm sorry I laughed," he said, "but your question underlines how wonderfully innocent you are. It's so refreshing. I'd love to get better acquainted. When you have had enough of the festivities and you want to leave, let me know. I'd love to take you to your room. We can spend some intimate time together pressing palms, just you and I. What do you say?" Suzanne's mouth slowly dropped open as the true meaning of Garona's proposal dawned on her. She laughed mockingly. "Garona, I don't believe this," she said. "Only a short time ago I thought I was going to die. Now I'm in a fantasyland with a great-looking guy making a pass at me and wanting to come to my room. How am I supposed to respond?"
"Just say yes," Garona said.
"I'm afraid I'm a little too stunned to reply so smoothly."
"I can appreciate that," Garona said. "But I can comfort you and make you relax."
Suzanne shook her head. "I don't think you understand. I'm having trouble just thinking straight." "You excite me," Garona said. "You enthrall me. I want to be with you." "I have to give you high marks for persistence," Suzanne said. "We will talk more later," Garona said. "Here come two of my friends." Suzanne turned to see the two men who'd been roused by Garona's outburst of laughter mount the top step of the main stairway and approach. She couldn't help but notice that both were as attractive as Garona. They walked arm in arm, like two lovers. "Greetings, Tarla and Reesta," Garona said. "Have you met our honored guest, Dr. Suzanne Newell?" "Not yet," the two men said in unison. "We were hoping to have the honor." They both bowed elegantly.
Suzanne forced a smile. This was all so enchantingly odd. She felt it all had to be a dream.
Suzanne shook her head. "I don't think you understand. I'm having trouble just thinking straight." "You excite me," Garona said. "You enthrall me. I want to be with you." "I have to give you high marks for persistence," Suzanne said. "We will talk more later," Garona said. "Here come two of my friends." Suzanne turned to see the two men who'd been roused by Garona's outburst of laughter mount the top step of the main stairway and approach. She couldn't help but notice that both were as attractive as Garona. They walked arm in arm, like two lovers. "Greetings, Tarla and Reesta," Garona said. "Have you met our honored guest, Dr. Suzanne Newell?" "Not yet," the two men said in unison. "We were hoping to have the honor." They both bowed elegantly.
Suzanne forced a smile. This was all so enchantingly odd. She felt it all had to be a dream.
Richard knew he was drunk, but he'd certainly been drunker in the past. His inebriation didn't seem to deter any of the women who were still flocking around him. He was aware the faces of the women changed as he danced, meaning there was a rotation of sorts, but it didn't matter since they were all so beautiful.
Without meaning to, he bumped up against Michael hard enough to knock both of them off balance. They collapsed to the floor, too limp to hurt themselves. When they realized what had happened, they laughed so hard, they brought tears to their eyes. "What a party!" Michael cried when he'd recovered enough to speak. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.
"Nobody's going to believe us when we get home," Richard said. "Especially when we tell them that every single chick is available. I mean, it's like a turkey shoot. It's unreal." "The men down here just don't care," Michael said. "Hey, look at that girl over there." "Which one?" Richard asked. He rolled over and tried to follow Michael's line of sight through the milling crowd. His eyes finally came to rest on a statuesque redhead walking arm in arm with a young boy.
"Wow," he said.
"I saw her first," said Michael.
"Yeah, but I'm going to get her first." "No way."
"Screw you," Richard said as he scrambled to his feet.
Michael reached out and grabbed one of Richard's legs and tripped him. He fell head first and skidded off the edge of the platform, striking his forehead on the floor. He wasn't hurt, but he was angry, especially when Michael tried to run past him toward the girl. Richard managed to put a foot out in time to trip Michael. As he tried to get up, Richard threw himself on top of him. Then he grabbed the front of his tunic and punched him in the nose. The sudden violence caused the party-goers to shrink back in alarm. A collective gasp was uttered as Michael's nose began to bleed.
Michael bucked Richard off his body and got his legs under him. Richard tried to do the same, but Michael caught him on the side of the head with a blow that sent him sprawling back to the floor. "Come on, you bastard," Michael taunted. "Get up and fight." Blood trickled down the front of his chin and dripped onto the floor. He swayed on his feet. Richard got to his hands and knees. He looked up at Michael. "You're a dead man," he growled. "Come on, you twerp!" Michael responded. Richard pushed himself up to a standing position, but he, too, was unsteady on his feet. Arak, who'd been at some distance from the divers when their melee started, pushed through the stunned and silent crowd. He stepped between the two drunken divers. "Please," he said. "Whatever is the problem we can resolve it." "Outta my way," Richard spat. He shoved Arak to the side and launched a roundhouse blow to Michael's head. Michael ducked but lost his balance in the process and fell to the floor. Richard lost his balance when the blow failed to connect. "Worker clones, restrain the guests!" Arak yelled. Richard and Michael both managed to get themselves upright and throw several more ineffectual punches before two large male worker clones intervened. Each grabbed a diver in a bear hug. Richard and Michael continued trying to hit each other until they were moved a body length apart. At that moment Perry pushed through the crowd.
"Have you idiots forgotten where you are?" Perry shouted. "For chrissake, no fighting! What's the matter with you two?"
"He started it," Richard said.
"He started it," Michael said.
"No, he did."
"No, it was him."
Michael reached out and grabbed one of Richard's legs and tripped him. He fell head first and skidded off the edge of the platform, striking his forehead on the floor. He wasn't hurt, but he was angry, especially when Michael tried to run past him toward the girl. Richard managed to put a foot out in time to trip Michael. As he tried to get up, Richard threw himself on top of him. Then he grabbed the front of his tunic and punched him in the nose. The sudden violence caused the party-goers to shrink back in alarm. A collective gasp was uttered as Michael's nose began to bleed.
Michael bucked Richard off his body and got his legs under him. Richard tried to do the same, but Michael caught him on the side of the head with a blow that sent him sprawling back to the floor. "Come on, you bastard," Michael taunted. "Get up and fight." Blood trickled down the front of his chin and dripped onto the floor. He swayed on his feet. Richard got to his hands and knees. He looked up at Michael. "You're a dead man," he growled. "Come on, you twerp!" Michael responded. Richard pushed himself up to a standing position, but he, too, was unsteady on his feet. Arak, who'd been at some distance from the divers when their melee started, pushed through the stunned and silent crowd. He stepped between the two drunken divers. "Please," he said. "Whatever is the problem we can resolve it." "Outta my way," Richard spat. He shoved Arak to the side and launched a roundhouse blow to Michael's head. Michael ducked but lost his balance in the process and fell to the floor. Richard lost his balance when the blow failed to connect. "Worker clones, restrain the guests!" Arak yelled. Richard and Michael both managed to get themselves upright and throw several more ineffectual punches before two large male worker clones intervened. Each grabbed a diver in a bear hug. Richard and Michael continued trying to hit each other until they were moved a body length apart. At that moment Perry pushed through the crowd.
"Have you idiots forgotten where you are?" Perry shouted. "For chrissake, no fighting! What's the matter with you two?"
"He started it," Richard said.
"He started it," Michael said.
"No, he did."
"No, it was him."
Before Perry could respond to this juvenile tit-for-tat, the divers suddenly broke out laughing. Every time
they tried to look at each other they laughed harder. Soon everyone but Perry and the worker clones were laughing as well. At Arak's command the worker clones let go of the divers, who immediately exchanged high fives.
"What was the fighting about?" Arak asked Perry. "Too much of your crystal," Perry said. "Perhaps we should switch them to a less potent drink," Arak said. "Either that or cut them off completely," Perry said. "But I don't want to ruin the party," Arak said. "Everyone is enjoying them immensely." "It's your party," Perry said.
Richard and Michael started back toward the platform. "I tell you what," Richard whispered to Michael. "We'll make it fair. I'll shoot you for the redhead." "Okay," Michael said.
"You call," Richard said. "Odds or evens." "Evens," Michael said.
On the count of three, they both threw out a single finger. Michael smiled with satisfaction. "Justice!" he exclaimed.
"Crap!" Richard said.
"Now where the hell is she?" Michael questioned. The two divers scanned the crowd. "There she is," Richard said. He pointed. "And she's still with the little squirt." "I'll be back in a flash," Michael said. He made a beeline for the woman whom he noticed was watching his approach with great interest.
"Hi, baby," Michael said, avoiding making eye contact with the preteen beside her. "My name is Michael."
"My name is Mura. Are you hurt?"
"Hell, no," Michael said. "A little tap on the nose doesn't hurt old Michael. No way." "We are not accustomed to seeing blood," Mura said. "Listen!" Michael said, "How would you like to come over and rub palms with me? We got our own little party going on over by the pool."
they tried to look at each other they laughed harder. Soon everyone but Perry and the worker clones were laughing as well. At Arak's command the worker clones let go of the divers, who immediately exchanged high fives.
"What was the fighting about?" Arak asked Perry. "Too much of your crystal," Perry said. "Perhaps we should switch them to a less potent drink," Arak said. "Either that or cut them off completely," Perry said. "But I don't want to ruin the party," Arak said. "Everyone is enjoying them immensely." "It's your party," Perry said.
Richard and Michael started back toward the platform. "I tell you what," Richard whispered to Michael. "We'll make it fair. I'll shoot you for the redhead." "Okay," Michael said.
"You call," Richard said. "Odds or evens." "Evens," Michael said.
On the count of three, they both threw out a single finger. Michael smiled with satisfaction. "Justice!" he exclaimed.
"Crap!" Richard said.
"Now where the hell is she?" Michael questioned. The two divers scanned the crowd. "There she is," Richard said. He pointed. "And she's still with the little squirt." "I'll be back in a flash," Michael said. He made a beeline for the woman whom he noticed was watching his approach with great interest.
"Hi, baby," Michael said, avoiding making eye contact with the preteen beside her. "My name is Michael."
"My name is Mura. Are you hurt?"
"Hell, no," Michael said. "A little tap on the nose doesn't hurt old Michael. No way." "We are not accustomed to seeing blood," Mura said. "Listen!" Michael said, "How would you like to come over and rub palms with me? We got our own little party going on over by the pool."
"I'd love to touch palms with you," Mura said. "But first, may I introduce Sart?"
"Yeah, hi, Sart," Michael said offhandedly. "You've got a great looking mother here, but why don't you go off and play with some friends."
Both Mura and Sart giggled. Michael wasn't amused. "Pretty funny, huh?" he questioned irritably. "Unexpected is a better word," Mura managed. Michael reached out and took Mura's arm. "Come on, honey." To the youngster he said, "See you later, Sart."
With Mura in tow, Michael strutted with a few unplanned wobbles back to Richard and the rest of the group. Richard had singled out two women who were particularly demonstrative in their affection for him. He introduced them as Meeta and Palenque. One was blond and the other brunette, and both were incredibly voluptuous.
"Richie, meet Mura," Michael said proudly. Richard pretended not to notice the striking redhead. Instead he pointed over Michael's shoulder and asked about the preteen. Michael looked behind and was irritated to see the boy had tagged along. "Beat it, kid," Michael snapped.
Mura ignored Michael and encouraged Sart to step forward. She introduced him to Richard. "Hey, nice to meet you, Sart," Richard said. "You, too, Mura. Why don't you two take a load off and sit down?"
"We'd enjoy that," Mura said.
"Indeed," Sart added.
Michael rolled his eyes in frustrated irritation as Richard managed to preempt his triumph. For a moment he considered cold-cocking Richard on the spot. "Hey, you, too, Mikey," Richard goaded. "Come on, buddy, take a seat and relax! It'll do you good. After all, we're all one big, happy family." That comment brought giggles from all the Interterrans within earshot, only adding to Michael's embarrassment. He swallowed his pride and sat down. "Listen, Mikey," Richard continued. "My little blond bombshell, Meeta, just told me something interesting. Everybody loves to swim in Interterra." "No kidding," Michael said, lightening up. "Did you mention that we were professionals?" "Of course," Richard said. "But I'm not convinced they quite got what I was talking about. Seems that
"Yeah, hi, Sart," Michael said offhandedly. "You've got a great looking mother here, but why don't you go off and play with some friends."
Both Mura and Sart giggled. Michael wasn't amused. "Pretty funny, huh?" he questioned irritably. "Unexpected is a better word," Mura managed. Michael reached out and took Mura's arm. "Come on, honey." To the youngster he said, "See you later, Sart."
With Mura in tow, Michael strutted with a few unplanned wobbles back to Richard and the rest of the group. Richard had singled out two women who were particularly demonstrative in their affection for him. He introduced them as Meeta and Palenque. One was blond and the other brunette, and both were incredibly voluptuous.
"Richie, meet Mura," Michael said proudly. Richard pretended not to notice the striking redhead. Instead he pointed over Michael's shoulder and asked about the preteen. Michael looked behind and was irritated to see the boy had tagged along. "Beat it, kid," Michael snapped.
Mura ignored Michael and encouraged Sart to step forward. She introduced him to Richard. "Hey, nice to meet you, Sart," Richard said. "You, too, Mura. Why don't you two take a load off and sit down?"
"We'd enjoy that," Mura said.
"Indeed," Sart added.
Michael rolled his eyes in frustrated irritation as Richard managed to preempt his triumph. For a moment he considered cold-cocking Richard on the spot. "Hey, you, too, Mikey," Richard goaded. "Come on, buddy, take a seat and relax! It'll do you good. After all, we're all one big, happy family." That comment brought giggles from all the Interterrans within earshot, only adding to Michael's embarrassment. He swallowed his pride and sat down. "Listen, Mikey," Richard continued. "My little blond bombshell, Meeta, just told me something interesting. Everybody loves to swim in Interterra." "No kidding," Michael said, lightening up. "Did you mention that we were professionals?" "Of course," Richard said. "But I'm not convinced they quite got what I was talking about. Seems that
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