Book3:WereMyDreamIs

imandhefoundithardtotrolhisexcitement.Heheldherfootinhishandandcarefullyfo,evenputtinghisfacedowntokissit.Intheend,herelutlypickedupthestilettoandputitonforherveryunwillingly.ButMr.Fiillkonthegroundcaressinghercalfmurmuring,“HowluckyIamtohaveputmybodyandsoulfullyintoyourhands.”Thenhittinghisrightpalmwithhisleftfistheadded,“SigningthatiurewasthebestthingIhaveeverdoneinmylife…Iamwillingtobeyoursveforever…”Hewentonhysterically,“Iamsoproudofmyselfforsellingmybodyandsoultoyou…”Viogavehimawhiteeyesmilingfaintly;itwasaflirtatiousgesturethatcouldensveanyman.

    “Lookatyou…“shesaid.“Youactwithoutthinkingoftimeahereisathirdpersohere…Actaccly.Don’ttouchmeabovethekandup…”Thoughherslightlyreproachfulwordsimpliednation,itwasmusir.Finger’sears,whofeltgoodandfortableatsuchreprimand.Heknewhisaswereamisstep,sohestoodup,wenttostandbesideQueenVioandnolongerdaredtoindulgeinhisformertransgressions.Dimitripoheretionshipbetweewolittlepeopleashelisteheirdialogueandwatchedtheirexpressionsandas.AtfirsthehadfrowMr.Finger’sservileandfawningattitude,thinkingitwasbehhimtoactso.ButterseeinghimsoenthralledwithViothathewasalmostatthepointofpubliclyseekingsexualfulfillmentatthemostinopportunemoment,Dimitriwasreallydidn’tknowwhethertocryh.Mr.Fingerwasjustsuchaperson.Youcouldsayhewasna?veandi,alwaysdoingwhathewahoutthinkingofthesequences.Buttobeperfectlyfrank,heersonwhocouldnotdistinguishbetweenrightandwrong,goodandevil.Heactedonlyacctohisownlikesanddislikes,sohisas,nomatterheordeviatedidnotsurprisepeoplewhok