mp.godfather-第5节

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lite　stretching　of　rubbery；　veal…colored　lips。
　
　When　the　door　closed　Don　Corleone　gave　a　small　sigh　of　relief。　Brasi　was　the　only　man　in　the　world　who　could　make　him　nervous。　The　man　was　like　a　natural　force；　not　truly　subject　to　control。　He　had　to　be　handled　as　gingerly　as　dynamite。　The　Don　shrugged。　Even　dynamite　could　be　exploded　harmlessly　if　the　need　arose。　He　looked　questioningly　at　Hagen。　〃Is　Bonasera　the　only　one　left？〃
　
　Hagen　nodded。　Don　Corleone　frowned　in　thought；　then　said；　〃Before　you　bring　him　in；　tell　Santino　to　e　here。　He　should　learn　some　things。〃
　
　Out　in　the　garden；　Hagen　searched　anxiously　for　Sonny　Corleone。　He　told　the　waiting　Bonasera　to　be　patient　and　went　over　to　Michael　Corleone　and　his　girl　friend。　〃Did　you　see　Sonny　around？〃　he　asked。　Michael　shook　his　head。　Damn；　Hagen　thought；　if　Sonny　was　screwing　the　maid　of　honor　all　this　time　there　was　going　to　be　a　mess　of　trouble。　His　wife；　the　young　girl's　family；　it　could　be　a　disaster。　Anxiously　he　hurried　to　the　entrance　through　which　he　had　seen　Sonny　disappear　almost　a　half　hour　ago。
　
　Seeing　Hagen　go　into　the　house；　Kay　Adams　asked　Michael　Corleone；　〃Who　is　he？　You　introduced　him　as　your　brother　but　his　name　is　different　and　he　certainly　doesn't　look　Italian。〃
　
　〃Tom　lived　with　us　since　he　was　twelve　years　old；〃　Michael　said。　〃His　parents　died　and　he　was　roaming　around　the　streets　with　this　bad　eye　infection。　Sonny　brought　him　home　one　night　and　he　just　stayed。　He　didn't　have　anyplace　to　go。　He　lived　with　us　until　he　got　married。〃
　
　Kay　Adams　was　thrilled。　〃That's　really　romantic；〃　she　said。　〃Your　father　must　be　a　warmhearted　person。　To　adopt　somebody　just　like　that　when　he　had　so　many　children　of　his　own。〃
　
　Michael　didn't　bother　to　point　out　that　immigrant　Italians　considered　four　children　a　small　family。　He　merely　said；　〃Tom　wasn't　adopted。　He　just　lived　with　us。〃
　
　〃Oh；〃　Kay　said；　then　asked　curiously；　〃why　didn't　you　adopt　him？〃
　
　Michael　laughed。　〃Because　my　father　said　it　would　be　disrespectful　for　Tom　to　change　his　name。　Disrespectful　to　his　own　parents。〃
　
　They　saw　Hagen　shoo　Sonny　through　the　French　door　into　the　Don's　office　and　then　crook　a　finger　at　Amerigo　Bonasera。　〃Why　do　they　bother　your　father　with　business　on　a　day　like　this？〃　Kay　asked。
　
　Michael　laughed　again。　〃Because　they　know　that　by　tradition　no　Sicilian　can　refuse　a　request　on　his　daughter's　wedding　day。　And　no　Sicilian　ever　lets　a　chance　like　that　go　by。〃
　
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　Lucy　Mancini　lifted　her　pink　gown　off　the　floor　and　ran　up　the　steps。　Sonny　Corleone's　heavy　Cupid　face；　redly　obscene　with　winey　lust；　frightened　her；　but　she　had　teased　him　for　the　past　week　to　just　this　end。　In　her　two　college　love　affairs　she　had　felt　nothing　and　neither　of　them　lasted　more　than　a　week。　Quarreling；　her　second　lover　had　mumbled　something　about　her　being　〃too　big　down　there。〃　Lucy　had　understood　and　for　the　rest　of　the　school　term　had　refused　to　go　out　on　any　dates。
　
　During　the　summer；　preparing　for　the　wedding　of　her　best　friend；　Connie　Corleone；　Lucy　heard　the　whispered　stories　about　Sonny。　One　Sunday　afternoon　in　the　Corleone　kitchen；　Sonny's　wife　Sandra　gossiped　freely。　Sandra　was　a　coarse；　good…natured　woman　who　had　been　born　in　Italy　but　brought　to　America　as　a　small　child。　She　was　strongly　built　with　great　breasts　and　had　already　borne　three　children　in　five　years　of　marriage。　Sandra　and　the　other　women　teased　Connie　about　the　terrors　of　the　nuptial　bed。　〃My　God；〃　Sandra　had　giggled；　〃when　I　saw　that　pole　of　Sonny's　for　the　first　time　and　realized　he　was　going　to　stick　it　into　me；　I　yelled　bloody　murder。　After　the　first　year　my　insides　felt　as　mushy　as　macaroni　boiled　for　an　hour。　When　I　heard　he　was　doing　the　job　on　other　girls　I　went　to　church　and　lit　a　candle。〃
　
　They　had　all　laughed　but　Lucy　had　felt　her　flesh　twitching　between　her　legs。
　
　Now　as　she　ran　up　the　steps　toward　Sonny　a　tremendous　flash　of　desire　went　through　her　body。　On　the　landing　Sonny　grabbed　her　hand　and　pulled　her　down　the　hall　into　an　empty　bedroom。　Her　legs　went　weak　as　the　door　closed　behind　them。　She　felt　Sonny's　mouth　on　hers；　his　lips　tasting　of　burnt　tobacco；　bitter。　She　opened　her　mouth。　At　that　moment　she　felt　his　hand　e　up　beneath　her　bridesmaid's　gown；　heard　the　rustle　of　material　giving　way；　felt　his　large　warm　hand　between　her　legs；　ripping　aside　the　satin　panties　to　caress　her　vulva。　She　put　her　arms　around　his　neck　and　hung　there　as　he　opened　his　trousers。　Then　he　placed　both　hands　beneath　her　bare　buttocks　and　lifted　her。　She　gave　a　little　hop　in　the　air　so　that　both　her　legs　were　wrapped　around　his　upper　thighs。　His　tongue　was　in　her　mouth　and　she　sucked　on　it。　He　gave　a　savage　thrust　that　banged　her　head　against　the　door。　She　felt　something　burning　pass　between　her　thighs。　She　let　her　right　hand　drop　from　his　neck　and　reached　down　to　guide　him。　Her　hand　closed　around　an　enormous；　blood…gorged　pole　of　muscle。　It　pulsated　in　her　hand　like　an　animal　and　almost　weeping　with　grateful　ecstasy　she　pointed　it　into　her　own　wet；　turgid　flesh。　The　thrust　of　its　entering；　the　unbelievable　pleasure　made　her　gasp；　brought　her　legs　up　almost　around　his　neck；　and　then　like　a　quiver；　her　body　received　the　savage　arrows　of　his　lightning…like　thrusts；　innumerable；　torturing；　arching　her　pelvis　higher　and　higher　until　for　the　first　time　in　her　life　she　reached　a　shattering　climax；　felt　his　hardness　break　and　then　the　crawly　flood　of　semen　over　her　thighs。　Slowly　her　legs　relaxed　from　around　his　body；　slid　down　until　they　reached　the　floor。　They　leaned　against　each　other；　out　of　breath。
　
　It　might　have　been　going　on　for　some　time　but　now　they　could　hear　the　soft　knocking　on　the　door。　Sonny　quickly　buttoned　his　trousers；　meanwhile　blocking　the　door　so　that　it　could　not　be　opened。　Lucy　frantically　smoothed　down　her　pink　gown；　her　eyes　flickering；　but　the　thing　that　had　given　her　so　much　pleasure　was　hidden　inside　sober　black　cloth。　Then　they　heard　Tom　Hagen's　voice；　very　low；　〃Sonny；　you　in　there？〃
　
　Sonny　sighed　with　relief。　He　winked　at　Lucy。　〃Yeah；　Tom；　what　is　it？〃
　
　Hagen's　voice；　still　low；　said；　〃The　Don　wants　you　in　his　office。　Now。〃　They　could　hear　his　footsteps　as　he　walked　away。　Sonny　waited　for　a　few　moments；　gave　Lucy　a　hard　kiss　on　the　lips；　and　then　slipped　out　the　door　after　Hagen。
　
　Lucy　bed　her　hair。　She　checked　her　dress　and　pulled　around　her　garter　straps。　Her　body　felt　bruised；　her　lips　pulpy　and　tender。　She　went　out　the　door　and　though　she　felt　the　sticky　wetness　between　her　thighs　she　did　not　go　to　the　bathroom　to　wash　but　ran　straight　on　down　the　steps　and　into　the　garden。　She　took　her　seat　at　the　bridal　table　next　to　Connie；　who　exclaimed　petulantly；　〃Lucy；　where　were　you？　You　look　drunk。　Stay　beside　me　now。〃
　
　The　blond　groom　poured　Lucy　a　glass　of　wine　and　smiled　knowingly。　Lucy　didn't　care。　She　lifted　the　grapey；　dark　red　juice　to　her　parched　mouth　and　drank。　She　felt　the　sticky　wetness　between　her　thighs　and　pressed　her　legs　together。　Her　body　was　trembling。　Over　the　glass　rim；　as　she　drank；　her　eyes　searched　hungrily　to　find　Sonny　Corleone。　There　was　no　one　else　she　cared　to　see。　Slyly　she　whispered　in　Connie's　ear；　〃Only　a　few　hours　more　and　you'll　know　what　it's　all　about。〃　Connie　giggled。　Lucy　demurely　folded　her　hands　on　the　table；　treacherously　triumphant；　as　if　she　had　stolen　a　treasure　from　the　bride。
　
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　Amerigo　Bonasera　followed　Hagen　into　the　corner　room　of　the　house　and　found　Don　Corleone　sitting　behind　a　huge　desk。　Sonny　Corleone　was　standing　by　the　window；　looking　out　into　the　garden。　For　the　first　time　that　afternoon　the　Don　behaved　coolly。　He　did　not　embrace　the　visitor　or　shake　hands。　The　sallow…faced　undertaker　owed　his　invitation　to　the　fact　that　his　wife　and　the　wife　of　the　Don　were　the　closest　of　friends。　Amerigo　Bonasera　himself　was　in　severe　disfavor　with　Don　Corleone。
　
　Bonasera　began　his　request　obliquely　and　cleverly。　〃You　must　excuse　my　daughter；　your　wife's　goddaughter；　for　not　doing　your　family　the　respect　of　ing　today。　She　is　in　the　hospital　still。〃　He　glanced　at　Sonny　Corleone　and　Tom　Hagen　to　indicate　that　he　did　not　wish　to　speak　before　them。　But　the　Don　was　merciless。
　
　〃We　all　know　of　your　daughter's　misfortune；〃　Don　Corleone　said。　〃If　I　can　help　her　in　any　way；　you　have　only　to　speak。　My　wife　is　her　godmother　after　all。　I　have　never　forgotten　that　honor。〃　This　was　a　rebuke。　The　undertaker　never　called　Don　Corleone；　〃Godfather〃　as　custom　dictated。
　
　Bonasera；　ashen…faced；　asked；　directly　now；　〃May　I　speak　to　you　alone？〃
　
　Don　Corleone　shook　his　head。　〃I　trust　these　two　men　with　my　life。　They　are　my　two　right　arms。　I　cannot　insult　them　by　sending　them　away。〃
　
　The　undertaker　closed　his　eyes　for　a　moment　and　then　began　to　speak。　His　voice　was　quiet；　the　voice　he　used　to　console　the　bereaved。　〃I　raised　my　daughter　in　the　American　fashion。　I　believe　in　America。　America　has　made　my　fortune。　I　gave　my　daughter　her　freedom　and　yet　taught　her　never　to　dishonor　her　family。　She　found　a　'boy　friend；'　not　an　Italian。　She　went　to　the　movies　with　him。　She　stayed　out　late。　But　he　never　came　to　meet　her　parents。　I　accepted　all　th