The Snowman ( PDFDrive )

dick.
And then there she stood. He felt as if he had been slapped.
‘Who are you?’ he said.
‘Stine,’ she said and a mild expression of surprise spread across the smiling fleshy face. ‘I
phoned ’
He weighed her up from top to toe and for a moment considered the possibility regardless; every so
often he was turned on by the ordinary and fairly unattractive type. However, he could feel his
erection dwindling and rejected the idea.
‘I’m sorry, but I was unable to get hold of you,’ he said. ‘I’ve just been summoned to a meeting.’
‘A meeting?’ she said, quite unable to hide how hurt she was.
‘An emergency meeting. I’ll ring you, perhaps.’
He stood in the hallway and heard the lift doors outside opening and closing. Then he began to
laugh. He laughed until he realised he might never see the dark-haired beauty in the first row again.
He saw her again an hour later. After he had eaten lunch alone in the aptly named Bar&Restaurant,
bought a suit at Kamikaze that he put on straight away and twice walked past Taste of Africa, which
was in the shade out of the boiling hot sun. The third time he went in.
‘Back already?’ smiled Sylvia Ottersen.
Just as an hour before she was alone in the cool dark shop.
‘I liked the cushions,’ he said.
‘Yes, they’re elegant,’ she said, stroking the imitation gnu skin.
‘Have you anything else you could show me?’ he asked.
She put a hand on her hip. Tilted her head. She knows, he thought. She can smell.
‘Depends what you want to see,’ she said.
He heard the quaver in his voice as he answered. ‘I’d like to see your pussy.’
She let him fuck her in the back room and didn’t even bother to lock the shop door.
Arve Støp came almost at once. Now and then the ordinary, fairly unattractive type made him so
damned horny.
‘My husband’s in the shop on Tuesdays and Wednesdays,’ she said as he was leaving. ‘Thursday?’
‘Maybe,’ he said and saw that his suit from Kamikaze was already stained.
The snow was swirling in flurries between the office buildings in Aker Brygge when Birte rang.