Эротические рассказы

The Invisible Girl. Laura RubyЧитать онлайн книгу.

The Invisible Girl - Laura  Ruby


Скачать книгу
tion id="u34cb1753-7063-5243-afb6-e6b3d2c293cd">

      The Invisible Girl

      Laura Ruby

publisher logo

      For Anne, who has kittens in her pockets And for Gretchen, the original Answer Hand

      Table of Contents

       Cover Page

       Title Page

       Dedication

       Chapter 8 Sweetcheeks: A History

       Chapter 9 Outsides and Insides

       Chapter 10 Two Little Mice

       Chapter 11 Flyboy

       Chapter 12 The Richest Man in the Universe

       Chapter 13 Turkey Burger

       Chapter 14 The Queen Said “Ouch”

       Chapter 15 The Punk Invasion

       Chapter 16 The Face in the Mirror

       Chapter 17 Never Trust a Monkey

       Chapter 18 Run

       Chapter 19 What’s It To You? Has His Say

       Chapter 20 Ups and Downs

       Chapter 21 The Black Box

       Chapter 22 The Tower

       Chapter 23 Supa Dupa Fly

       Chapter 24 The Big Fat Hairy Fib

       Chapter 25 Bugbears and Bugaboos

       Chapter 26 Sweetcheeks Spills

       Chapter 27 Unzipped

       Chapter 28 Golden

       Ha!

       Acknowledgements

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

      THE CHAPTER BEFORE THE FIRST

       The Professor Remembers

      IN A VAST AND SPARKLING city, a city at the centre of the universe, one little man remembered something big.

      He was very old, this little man, his full name forgotten over the years. He called himself The Professor. His specialities were numerous and included psychology, criminology, mathematics, history, aerodynamics, zoology and gardening. He also collected beer cans.

      Other than the delivery boy who left his groceries at the back door, The Professor hadn’t seen anyone in at least ten years. It was just as well, since a hair-growing experiment had left him with a head full of long green grass. Also, he didn’t like clothing, so he wore ladies’ snap-front housedresses and rubber flip-flops with white socks. He spent much of his time fiddling in his workshop, feeding the many kittens that popped out of his pockets and looking things up on eBay.

      Today he stood in front of his blackboard—which was covered with mathematical equations—tugging at a dandelion that had poked up through the lawn on his scalp. Suddenly, his eyes widened. He scrawled a few more equations. Yes! He saw it. Right there, in his many calculations.

      A child.

      He stared at the figures dancing across the board, his forehead creased with annoyance. How on earth he could have forgotten that such a thing, such a person, existed, was beyond him. But The Professor simply didn’t like people. Not their company, not their conversation, nada. Anything having to do with people made the roots of his teeth pulse with irritation. And here on his blackboard was proof that a very particular sort of person had been born into a cruel and stupid world filled with cruel and stupid people.

      Frankly, The Professor wanted nothing to do with any of them.

      But facts are facts and The Professor liked to keep his straight. Shaking his head at himself, he sat down at his lab table, pulled his notebook from underneath a large tabby cat and made a few notes. “Approx. once every century or so,” he wrote. “Wall. Usually, but not always, female.”

      After scribbling these notes, The Professor smoothed out a rumpled map. “One lived here,” he muttered to himself, putting a dot on the map, “another here. This one was born there and moved here.” When he finished plotting points, he connected the dots, then took out a protractor to measure the angles between. Lost in thought, he tapped his teeth with his pencil. Something wasn’t quite adding up. Where could this girl be?

      After working for two frustrating hours, he walked over to a filing cabinet, unlocked the bottom drawer and pulled from it what looked like a human hand mounted upright on a black marble stand. The Answer Hand. He did not like to consult The Answer Hand and very rarely did. The


Скачать книгу
Яндекс.Метрика