Chapter 83: The Rabbit (5)

"I said, do I have to lie down?" Guchhefner said.

"No," Hopkins gestured disappreciatively, "as long as you like it, as long as you don't get in the way of listening and speaking." ”

"Great," Hefner grimaced, "I've met psychiatrists who like to lie me down, but I don't think I'll ever get used to lying down in front of a man." That would make me nervous and I couldn't relax at all. ”

"You can choose a female psychiatrist."

"That's worse." Hefner picked a swivel chair and sat sideways like a seventeen-year-old bastard, his knees dangling from the armrests to one side, his toes opening and closing in the air, and then opening again: "Soon she was lying down too." Something to drink? ”

"It's a bit of a hassle." Hopkins affirmed: "Whiskey or brandy? Or Holy Trinity (absinthe)? ”

"If so, Holy Trinity, Italian Doolin or France, Switzerland, Czech Republic, Spain?"

"My personal secret recipe, fense, fennel and absinthe, has been supplemented with mint, lemon balm and nutmeg."

"ummmm, I'm almost in a hurry."

Hefner said, flipping the swivel chair and letting it whirl like a merry-go-round in a children's playground.

Hopkins raised his eyebrows briefly, and he walked out of the room, returning with emerald green wine in his hand.

Hefner's shoulders dangled from the armrest on the other side, his head drooping downward, and in his eyes, the upside-down psychiatrist stood in front of a semicircular bar embedded in the wall, deftly pouring absinthe over the sugar cubes in the glass and the slotted spoon, and then striking a match and igniting the sugar cubes soaked in alcohol - the flames burst and Hefner smelled the sweet burnt smell, "at least 80 degrees," he muttered, "Bohemian drinking, doctor, You are a person who enjoys life. ”

The sugar cube crackled and bubbled, its color turned from snow-white to golden-brown, and Hopkins stared at it intensely, as every time, and he grasped a brilliant moment to pour the squeaky melted sugar into the cup, and in time to extinguish the flames, and quickly poured in the mineral water, the emerald liquid turned milky white in the blink of an eye, "How much?" He asked, "One dose (about one fluid ounce, about 30 milliliters), one and a half doses?" ”

"If the extra 15 milliliters are water, please give me a dose."

He quickly got his wine and immediately swallowed a large gulp: "Oh, God of all evil, it is like sucking a piece of rusty brass!" Hefner grunted, "You put too much nutmeg...... But it's good, it's really good, Hopkins, you're a good guy who creates life...... Do you think I can still have a cigar? ”

"Of course, why not? Simponi from the Netherlands, I prefer this one, it's very small and cute. ”

The sound of a thin rope. Hefner bites off the butt of the tobacco roll, and Hopkins uses his fingernail to make a small incision in the fat cigarette roll.

The long match circled the cigar head, forming a thick clump, and the fragrant smoke lingered on the men's tongues for a moment before being gently sprayed out. They swirled in the sun-filled room, and there was a strange sense of dissonance, for Hopkins had the impression that this grayish-blue mist would only float above the swamp on a deep winter night.

"You're a likable fellow, Anthony. Hopkins, you are far from being as old-fashioned and impersonal as you seem, and you live like an ascetic. Hefner enjoyed it for a few minutes, "Now, please fill it for me...... Okay, thanks, I think I'm about to fall in love with you. He was quiet for a while: "What are you looking at?" ”

Hopkins stood at the window, motionless looking down.

"Look at the birds you raised." The psychiatrist said.

Hefner snorted sadly: "Feathered, isn't it?" He dropped a piece of soot, and the ash fell on the carpet, which burned with a slight crackling and scorching sound, and Hefner shoved the cigar into his mouth and pressed the red spark with his thumb.

The mansion was surrounded by lawns, jungles, and trees, but with the house as the centerline, a wall of roses about five feet high divided the whole territory into two parts, the one facing outwards had parking spaces, fountains, statues, and the fully transparent three-dimensional pool, and the inner one was Hefner's private domain, and the girls who had not been given tasks and were allowed to go out would come out and walk among the lawns and roses and get a breath of fresh air if they were tired of sleeping in their rooms or watching TV, drinking, dancing, and practicing flirting. You can also go for a swim — on the right side of the house, under the room where Hefner and Hopkins lived, there was a slender rectangular pool that was recessed into the ground and had three depths to accommodate twenty people at a time without being crowded.

The April sun was not yet hot, but the pool was exposed to the sun and fully absorbed the heat, and a girl was stepping on the pedals, turning half a heel in the air and jumping into the water. Her companions slapped the water and cheered her on.

The other half dozen girls clearly preferred sunlight to water, wearing bikinis and sunglasses, lying prone or supine on a rattan couch by the pool, relaxing as if they had melted into the warm light. Among them was Gucci Hefner's fiancée, Lilith Mayer, who wore more fabric and more expensive than the other girls, and this year's latest style, metallic, cut-outs, tiny diamonds, and hair like a golden fleece that glistened in the sun.

The swivel chair became a wheelchair after the merry-go-round, and Hefner paddled on the ground with his arms down like an oar, driving the chair close to Hopkins, his head sticking out of the window and his mouth making a slurping sound.

"What do you think," he sighed, "should I change something new?" ”

"Including Lilith Mayer?"

"No, never." Hefner said: "I am ready to marry her, the devil testifies, and this idea has not changed for the time being. ”

Hopkins turned his gaze back to the pool, to be honest, Lilith Mayer was a beauty, if it was in some small town in Tennessee or on a street in New York, she could be described as charming and unique, but if it was here, in this mansion full of young ladies with beautiful faces and graceful bodies, she could never be said to be one of the prominent, at least not the most prominent, and most importantly, she was also very old, 25 years old, a full flower, If she were an ordinary bunny girl, she would have to fuck out for another three years at most - not just Hopkins or anyone else was aware of this, the girls around Lilith Mel also had sharp eyes.

For example: Betty.

Perhaps the two men's gaze was too direct, and Lilith Meyer and two of the more perceptive girls spotted Hopkins and Hefner standing at the window, one of them was Betty, and she threw a big smile at the window, making sure that the attention of the two men had been diverted to herself—or rather, that part of it had been diverted to herself, and she flipped back lightly and jumped into the pool. It wasn't much to worry about, but after a few seconds, the girls began to scream and laugh, Betty's seemingly unremarkable black bikini melted quickly in the water, and she swam naked like a little white-sided dolphin in the pool for a full lap before she climbed ashore and walked over to the window, past Lilith Mayer, and she deliberately bumped into her.

Wet blonde hair draped over her chest, her wonderful breasts loomed, drops of water hurried down her elastic hips and legs, her head held high, and her eyes as blue as the sky were full of confidence.

"Well, the view." Hefner said.

Hopkins looked at the other man, Lilith Mayer, and her face was terrible.

Betty waits, hoping to be summoned by Hefner, to favor and even replace Lilith Meyer as the object of envy, she thinks she has it, she is beautiful, she has an impeccable figure, and she is healthy and intelligent.

Lilith Mer jumped before Hefner could make any gestures, and without hesitation she slapped Betty, who screamed sharply and stepped back in panic, wiping her face in panic and crying at the sight of fresh blood.

"Bitch!" Lilith Mel scolded angrily.

The other girls watched the show with great interest.

"Get out!" Lilith Mel lowered her voice like a cobra screaming, "Disappear from my eyes!" ”

Betty's answer was very clear - she waved her arms in an attempt to fight back.

Surprisingly, Lilith Mel almost completely suppressed Betty - they were very similar in height and weight, but Betty couldn't get close to Lilith at all, or rather, she would beat her every time she got close.

Betty tried to escape, but Lilith grabbed her by the hair and pulled the little girl to the ground, she raised her arms, the diamond ring on her finger glittered, and she turned the diamond side of the ring inward.

That's when someone rushes over and hits Lilith's back with the shoulder, pushing her away.

"Bonnie! She wanted to kill me! Betty cried, "She wanted to kill me!" ”

"That's your own fault!" Bonnie shouted, turning her head and standing carefully between the two angry women, "Calm down, Miss Mel," she said, "I apologize to you on behalf of Betty." I promise she won't do that again. ”

Lilith Mel smiled, she was better than Betty, but there were also traces of Betty's nails on her snow-white arms, "You can't be Betty's master," she spun her ring to let the diamond shine again, "...... Well, good old man Bonnie, I think today's lesson will still keep her quiet for a week or two, and I'll advise Hefner to get her out of the way as soon as possible. She glanced contemptuously at the little girl who was sobbing: "Also, I suggest that you don't worry too much about it, not everyone will remember you well." ”

"Especially such stupid little fools."

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"It's breathtaking." Hopkins said, "Are you really sure you want to marry Lilith Meyer?" ”

"Actually," said Hefner, "I am so happy that she is so much like my wife—my first wife." ”

(To be continued)