keine Sorge, ich unterstütze dich da sogar. Wie ich ich schon bei macklingirl schrieb, bin ich nicht so ein glühender Anhänger dieser Story. Ich weiß nicht warum, ob es an den vielen Adjektiven liegt ? Auf jeden Fall erschien mir Doyle beim Lesen der Geschichte vor meinem geistigen Auge, Bodie nicht. Da hakte bei mir irgendwas.
Es ist nicht so, dass ich keine Spaß beim Lesen hatte, hier mein Lieblingsstück:
< "If you're gonna drop me in it, accidentally let this slip," he snarled, "you'll be taking the long walk home, sunshine, and you won't be in any shape to do it."
"Would I --?" Doyle answered his own innocent question: "'Course I wouldn't. Get on with it."
Only partly reassured, Bodie kicked himself free of trousers and pants, and, precariously leaning over, managed to insert one foot in the leg of his trunks.
It was then he realised that Doyle, still holding the ends of the towel together, was peering unashamedly over the top of it.
Bodie blanched, flushed, and grabbed the towel from him, clutching it against himself. "What the hell are you doing?" he enquired with precarious calm, and met Doyle's unabashed eye. "Just checkin'," said Doyle mysteriously, and gently but firmly took the ends of the towel from him again, gazing down into the dark cavern with deep interest.
"Your parents Jewish, were they?"
Bodie nearly choked. He glared at Doyle -- but Doyle was suddenly grinning at him with sly delight, and it was all okay after all. "Get on with it," Doyle said again, "I'll give you five seconds before I drop it --" and gazed into the distance with apparent lack of interest as Bodie, stooping, struggled to pull up the trunks, just as--
"-- five --" counted Doyle aloud, and let the towel fall. >
*ggg*
Und *seufz* der letzte Satz - ja sowas mag ich auch.
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keine Sorge, ich unterstütze dich da sogar. Wie ich ich schon bei macklingirl schrieb, bin ich nicht so ein glühender Anhänger dieser Story. Ich weiß nicht warum, ob es an den vielen Adjektiven liegt ?
Auf jeden Fall erschien mir Doyle beim Lesen der Geschichte vor meinem geistigen Auge, Bodie nicht. Da hakte bei mir irgendwas.
Es ist nicht so, dass ich keine Spaß beim Lesen hatte, hier mein Lieblingsstück:
< "If you're gonna drop me in it, accidentally let this slip," he snarled, "you'll be taking the long walk home, sunshine, and you won't be in any shape to do it."
"Would I --?" Doyle answered his own innocent question: "'Course I wouldn't. Get on with it."
Only partly reassured, Bodie kicked himself free of trousers and pants, and, precariously leaning over, managed to insert one foot in the leg of his trunks.
It was then he realised that Doyle, still holding the ends of the towel together, was peering unashamedly over the top of it.
Bodie blanched, flushed, and grabbed the towel from him, clutching it against himself. "What the hell are you doing?" he enquired with precarious calm, and met Doyle's unabashed eye. "Just checkin'," said Doyle mysteriously, and gently but firmly took the ends of the towel from him again, gazing down into the dark cavern with deep interest.
"Your parents Jewish, were they?"
Bodie nearly choked. He glared at Doyle -- but Doyle was suddenly grinning at him with sly delight, and it was all okay after all. "Get on with it," Doyle said again, "I'll give you five seconds before I drop it --" and gazed into the distance with apparent lack of interest as Bodie, stooping, struggled to pull up the trunks, just as--
"-- five --" counted Doyle aloud, and let the towel fall. >
*ggg*
Und *seufz* der letzte Satz - ja sowas mag ich auch.