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Ryan. Press that above your head and& " "And what?" "Do it and see." "I don't usually lift things with my cock sticking out like this," he muttered, stooping in front of the weights. "Hanging out, Ryan," she corrected, with a wicked smile. Ryan waited, gathering his concentration, flexing his fingers around the cool metal. He closed his eye, focusing all his energy on lifting the bar. Six deep, slow breaths, then the explosive whoosh of effort. Feeling the strain at the small of his back and across his chest and shoulders, he lifted the bar from the rack. Ryan Cawdor didn't look that heavily muscled, but his wiry body was in excellent condition. A man didn't get to ride and fight with the Trader for ten years by being soft and flabby. "Very good," she said, clapping as the weights rose slowly but steadily to chest level, then with an extra boost, above Ryan's head. The tendons in his Page 27 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html arms stood out like cords as he held it there, his face suffused with blood. He managed a wink at the girl before he lowered the bar to the floor with a thump. "Now you," he panted. "Give me a minute to ready myself." Krysty began to take deep breaths, her breasts rising and falling as Ryan watched with interest. Her legs were slightly apart, the triangle of brilliant scarlet pubic hair masking her sex. The muscles across the front of her thighs rippled and danced, and he could see the fluttering of her stomach. Her eyes were closed, and file:///C|/2590%20Sci-Fi%20and%20Fantasy%2...olocaust%20-%20Laurence%20James%2 01.0.html (50 of 179) [12/24/2004 11:18:20 PM] d9 her lips moved. In the silence he heard her whisper. "Now, Mother of Earth, give me, I beg, the power to do that which is right. Let me render no evil. Give your daughter the power, the power, the power& " she chanted, the sound barely carrying to Ryan, three paces away. He stared at her face, seeing it transformed into a mask of carved bone, the planes of her cheeks shifted by an almost unbearable tension. Krysty stepped to the bar and bent in front of it, her tumbling hair hiding the weights for a moment. She gripped the bar with both hands and then straightened, hefting it above her head in a single, flowing motion. Ryan's jaw dropped. He'd seen some amazing sights before, but nothing to compare with the way the three-hundred-pound set of weights floated up. There was no other word for it. Nor did the girl show any strain now that the deed was done. She held it above her head, her eyes half-open, her mouth sagging, a thread of spittle hanging from the corner of her lips, almost as if she'd fallen into a trance. "Thanks, Earth Mother," she whispered, then let the weights fall to the floor with a great crash. She staggered and nearly fell, putting her hand to her forehead. But before he could help her, she had straightened, smiling. "Krysty, are& ?" "I'm fine. Bit tired. Always am. Shouldn't have done that. Showing off is not what the power's for." "It looked like it was no heavier than a fistful of air." "Yeah." "How much& heavier could you have lifted?" She shook her head. "The power of the Earth Mother isn't like that. It's what I want. If there were a buggy turned over on top of you, I could maybe lift it, maybe file:///C|/2590%20Sci-Fi%20and%20Fantasy%2...olocaust%20-%20Laurence%20James%2 01.0.html (51 of 179) [12/24/2004 11:18:20 PM] d9 not." They stood in silence, looking at each other. Krysty spoke first, eyes locked to Ryan's face. "There. Now you know what sort of mutie I am." "Yeah. Now I know. But I think I knew before." "Now what?" He stepped close, lowering his head to kiss her softly on the lips, tasting her sweat, putting his arms around her, feeling the way she shuddered with the raw tension. Her breasts pushed insistently against his chest, and her hair rustled on his skin. "Now I want to get in that fuckin' big bath and make love to you for the rest Page 28 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html of the day," said Ryan. "It doesn't matter, me bein' a mutie?" "Not unless you use your Earth Mother power when I m inside you and crush me to pulp." "Don't joke about it, Ryan." "Sorry." She kissed him again, her tongue snaking over his teeth. Her right hand crept down over his stomach, touching the curling tendrils of hair. His response was instantaneous. "That's nice," she whispered. "Stickin' out, not hangin' out." file:///C|/2590%20Sci-Fi%20and%20Fantasy%2...olocaust%20-%20Laurence%20James%2 [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |