Book3:WereMyDreamIs

everIwantwithher!”thoughtheandaslysmilelituphisface.Hepickeduptherustybrooisefromthegroundandcarefullytuckeditinsidehispocket.Thenexhibitinghisskillofswiftnessandagilityhequicklydisappearedintothenight.

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    Charina’swhite,jade-likearmsseemedevensmootherandmoredelicateuhemoonlight.Shetookagss,half-filleditwithcrushedidthenpouredingoldencoloredwhiskey.Shetookasip,putthegssontothecoffeetableinfrontofherandybafortablyonthesofa.Itwasaeroftheroomthatthemoonlightcouldnotshonedirectlyon.Thewholehousewasdarkandlitonlybythemoonlight.Maureenyatherfeet,seeminglyfastasleepbuteverynowahepartingwordsofhisnewfriendcametomindand“Takegoodcareofyourmistressmypreciouslittlefriend.Uand?”resoundedinhislittlebrain.Hewouldlifthisheadandlookathismistressasiftoassurehimselfthatthingswerealright.OnlywhenhesawCharinasittingfortablyonthesofadrinkingherwhiskeyahingwassereneandquietasusualwouldheputhisheadbackdownonhispawsahismistress’feet.FromtimetotimeCharinawouldputthesoleofherexquisitefeetonMaureenandcaresshissoftandsilkysmoothfur,whichmadeherfeelgood.SinceDimitrileft,shehadbeensittingonthesofa,sippingherwhiskey,deepinthoughtabouteverysentenceDimitriutteredandeverydetailofhisstory.Shehadsufferedaseverewriter’sbloostoneandahalfyearandcouldnotfindanythingworthwritingabout.Dimitri’sstaveherinspirationandhercreativetaleimutedandenergized.Onceawakened,literarythoughtssuddenlyflowedandsurgeduntiltheywerealltaogetherandshedidnotknowwheretostart.Shedrankgssaftergssoftheexcellentwhiskeyandlostt.Perhaps