mp.godfather-第37部分
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of a child seeking warmth； his hand in her lap pulled up the silk of her dress to show milky white thigh above the sheer netted gold of her stockings and as always； despite all the women； all the years； all the familiarity； Johnny felt the fluid sticky warmness flooding through his body at that sight。 The miracle still happened； and what would he do when that failed him as his voice had？
He was ready now。 He put his drink down on the long inlaid cocktail table and turned his body toward her。 He was very sure； very deliberate； and yet tender。 There was nothing sly or lecherously lascivious in his caresses。 He kissed her on the lips while his hands rose to her breasts。 His hand fell to her warm thighs； the skin so silky to his touch。 Her returning kiss was warm but not passionate and he preferred it that way right now。 He hated girls who turned on all of a sudden as if their bodies were motors galvanized into erotic pumpings by the touching of a hairy switch。
Then he did something he always did； something that had never yet failed to arouse him。 Delicately and as lightly as it was possible to do so and still feel something； he brushed the tip of his middle finger deep down between her thighs。 Some girls never even felt that initial move toward lovemaking。 Some were distracted by it； not sure it was a physical touch because at the same time he always kissed them deeply on the mouth。 Still others seemed to suck in his finger or gobble it up with a pelvic thrust。 And of course before he became famous； some girls had slapped his face。 It was his whole technique and usually it served him well enough。
Sharon's reaction was unusual。 She accepted it all； the touch； the kiss； then shifted her mouth off his； shifted her body ever so slightly back along the couch and picked up her drink。 It was a cool but definite refusal。 It happened sometimes。 Rarely； but it happened。 Johnny picked up his drink and lit a cigarette。
She was saying something very sweetly； very lightly。 〃It's not that I don't like you； Johnny； you're much nicer than I thought you'd be。 And it's not because I'm not that kind of a girl。 It's just that I have to be turned on to do it with a guy； you know what I mean？〃
Johnny Fontane smiled at her。 He still liked her。 〃And I don't turn you on？〃
She was a little embarrassed。 〃Well； you know； when you were so great singing and all； I was still a little kid。 I sort of just missed you； I was the next generation。 Honest； it's not that I'm goody…goody。 If you were a movie star I grew up on； I'd have my panties off in a second。〃
He didn't like her quite so much now。 She was sweet； she was witty； she was intelligent。 She hadn't fallen all over herself to screw for him or try to hustle him because his connections would help her in show biz。 She was really a straight kid。 But there was something else he recognized。 It had happened a few times before。 The girl who went on a date with her mind all made up not to go to bed with him； no matter how much she liked him； just so that she could tell her friends； and even more； herself； that she had turned down a chance to screw for the great Johnny Fontane。 It was something he understood now that he was older and he wasn't angry。 He just didn't like her quite that much and he had really liked her a lot。
And now that he didn't like her quite so much； he relaxed more。 He sipped his drink and watched the Pacific Ocean。 She said； 〃I hope you're not sore； Johnny。 I guess I'm being square； I guess in Hollywood a girl's supposed to put out just as casually as kissing a beau good night。 I just haven't been around long enough。〃
Johnny smiled at her and patted her cheek。 His hand fell down to pull her skirt discreetly over her rounded silken knees。 〃I'm not sore；〃 he said。 〃It's nice having an old…fashioned date。〃 Not telling what he felt： the relief at not having to prove himself a great lover； not having to live up to his screened； godlike image。 Not having to listen to the girl trying to react as if he really had lived up to that image； making more out of a very simple； routine piece of ass than it really was。
They had another drink； shared a few more cool kisses and then she decided to go。 Johnny said politely； 〃Can I call you for dinner some night？〃
She played it frank and honest to the end。 〃I know you don't want to waste your time and then get disappointed；〃 she said。 〃Thanks for a wonderful evening。 Someday I'll tell my children I had supper with the great Johnny Fontane all alone in his apartment。〃
He smiled at her。 〃And that you didn't give in；〃 he said。 They both laughed。 〃They'll never believe that；〃 she said。 And then Johnny； being a little phony in his turn； said； 〃I'll give it to you in writing； want me to？〃 She shook her head。 He continued on。 〃Anybody doubts you； give me a buzz on the phone； I'll straighten them right out。 I'll tell them how I chased you all around the apartment but you kept your honor。 OK？〃
He had； finally； been a little too cruel and he felt stricken at the hurt on her young face。 She understood that he was telling her that he hadn't tried too hard。 He had taken the sweetness of her victory away from her。 Now she would feel that it had been her lack of charm or attractiveness that had made her the victor this night。 And being the girl she was； when she told the story of how she resisted the great Johnny Fontane； she would always have to add with a wry little smile； 〃Of course； he didn't try very hard。〃 So now taking pity on her； he said； 〃If you ever feel real down； give me a ring。 OK？ I don't have to shack up every girl I know。〃
〃I will；〃 she said。 She went out the door。
He was left with a long evening before him。 He could have used what Jack Woltz called the 〃meat factory；〃 the stable of willing starlets； but he wanted human panionship。 He wanted to talk like a human being。 He thought of his first wife； Virginia。 Now that the work on the picture was finished he would have more time for the kids。 He wanted to bee part of their life again。 And he worried about Virginia too。 She wasn't equipped to handle the Hollywood sharpies who might e after her just so that they could brag about having screwed Johnny Fontane's first wife。 As far as he knew； nobody could say that yet。 Everybody could say it about his second wife though； he thought wryly。 He picked up the phone。
He recognized her voice immediately and that was not surprising。 He had heard it the first time when he was ten years old and they had been in 4B together。 〃Hi； Ginny；〃 he said； 〃you busy tonight？ Can I e over for a little while？〃
〃All right；〃 she said。 〃The kids are sleeping though； I don't want to wake them up。〃
〃That's OK；〃 he said。 〃I just wanted to talk to you。〃
Her voice hesitated slightly； then carefully controlled not to show any concern； she asked； 〃Is it anything serious； anything important？〃
〃No；〃 Johnny said。 〃I finished the picture today and I thought maybe I could just see you and talk to you。 Maybe I could take a look at the kids if you're sure they won't wake up。〃
〃OK；〃 she said。 〃I'm glad you got that part you wanted。〃
〃Thanks；〃 he said。 〃I'll see you in about a half hour。〃
When he got to what had been his home in Beverly Hills； Johnny Fontane sat in the car for a moment staring at the house。 He remembered what his Godfather had said； that he could make his own life what he wanted。 Great chance if you knew what you wanted。 But what did he want？
His first wife was waiting for him at the door。 She was pretty； petite and brunette； a nice Italian girl； the girl next door who would never fool around with another man and that had been important to him。 Did he still want her； he asked himself； and the answer was no。 For one thing； he could no longer make love to her； their affection had grown too old。 And there were some things； nothing to do with sex； she could never forgive him。 But they were no longer enemies。
She made him coffee and served him homemade cookies in the living room。 〃Stretch out on the sofa；〃 she said； 〃you look tired。〃 He took off his jacket and his shoes and loosened his tie while she sat in the chair opposite him with a grave little smile on her face。 〃It's funny；〃 she said。
〃What's funny？〃 he asked her； sipping coffee and spilling some of it on his shirt。
〃The great Johnny Fontane stuck without a date；〃 she said。
〃The great Johnny Fontane is lucky if he can even get it up anymore；〃 he said。
It was unusual for him to be so direct。 Ginny asked； 〃Is there something really the matter？〃
Johnny grinned at her。 〃I had a date with a girl in my apartment and she brushed me off。 And you know； I was relieved。〃
To his surprise he saw a look of anger pass over Ginny's face。 〃Don't worry about those little tramps；〃 she said。 〃She must have thought that was the way to get you interested in her。〃 And Johnny realized with amusement that Ginny was actually angry with the girl who had turned him down。
〃Ah； what the hell；〃 he said。 〃I'm tired of that stuff。 I have to grow up sometime。 And now that I can't sing anymore I guess I'll have a tough time with dames。 I never got in on my looks； you
