| Eager To Bed BunnyHugh drove rapidly but well, pleased with the smoothly running automobile, handling it as if it were part of himself. Occasionally he would glance up into the rear view mirror to glimpse Claudia and Maurier, huddled together in the back seat, kissing like a couple of high school kids. Damned if he understood the girl; she slept with him, denounced Maurier for being an impotent fool, then offered him hot kisses. Within two hours they pulled into Monte Carlo to find that small town burning under the morning sun and packed with tourists from every nation on the earth. Maurier left the car and stood aristocratically, surveying the scene, passing judgment. "It is much too crowded here with peasants. I do not wish to associate with them. Drive on." At the Italian border Maurier complained of hunger pains. Hugh left the car and waited while the customs officials, aware of their power but not their stupidity, pawed through the luggage. At length their passports were asked for, stamped and returned. Hugh had to lock the Mercedes up before he could enter the small cafй where Maurier and Claudia were already having lunch ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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