（外文电子版资料）Pamela Sargent - Fears.pdf

FEARS Pamela Sargent of their children. What might that ability do to the structure of society? and The Alien Upstairs. Her new novel, Venus of Dreams, will be pub-lished this fall. to stop them; the police had other things to worry about. silent. I had always been taken for a man before, but I had never done more than visit a few out-of-the-way, dimly lighted stores where the proprietors looked closely only at cards or cash. had been picked up before, and the rewards for such a discovery were great; I imagined deep breath, released the harness, then got out of the car. from passing cars. remain here for some time; I would have to find a place to stay. The me-chanic might even My hands were shaking; I thrust them into my pockets. argument might only provoke him, then worried still more that I would look odd if I didnt back to me. shuttle to town out there, comes by every fifteen minutes or so. place before. I would be safer with one of his employees, and less conspicuous if I kept moving; curiosity overcame my fear for a moment. I had made my decision. to hire a bodyguard. The man behind the desk looked up; his mustache twitched. An escort. You want an escort. Call it whatever you like. For how long? About three or four hours. For what purpose? Just a walk through town, maybe a stop for a drink. I havent been to town for a while, thought I might need some company. His brown eyes narrowed. I had said too much; I didnt have to explain myself to him. Card. sofa. I got three available. Take your pick. The man on my right had a lean, mean face; the one on the left was sleepy-eyed. The middle guy. Ellis. The middle man stood up and walked over to us. He was a tall black man dressed in a desk rummaged in a drawer and took out a weapon and holster, handing them to my escort. Ellis Gerard, the black