Book1:TeDream-Maker

dshoesclithepavement．Hewasabouttosituptoopenthedoorandleave,whentwofiguressilentlyopehedoorandslippednoiselesslyiheabsent-mindedandcarelessdriverneverdreamedtherewasastowawayonthebackseatoftheordidshenoticetwreedy,covetouseyes,wickedashungrywolves,peeringatherfromtheshadows．

    outofherdwalkedinthefrontdoor.Usedtobeingwaitedon,sheneverhadtobotheraboutparkinghercarorlogup,knowiherJamazorMarshawouldbetheretotakecareofit．Marshasatbehieeringwheel，hermindfullofwadsofgreenotes，stackedsohighitwaslikeasmallhill，anendlesssupplyofwealth，allhersforthetaking．Theonlythiodowastrolhegirlshehadnursedandbroughtupwouldbethesourceofunendih，enoughtosatisfyhereverywhim．Jamazsatrestlesslybesideher,likeahuntingdogrearingtogo．Oneideakeptcroppingupinhismindlikearepetitiousrecord"IKisstheGroundSheWalksOn"becausesheisalwayswithherlovelypussy．Whetherwalkingoreets,shoppinginthemalls,pyingtennis,shihroomorsleepinginherbed,sheisalwayswithherlovelypussy…Marshanudgedhimwithherelbow,

    "Notimefordreaming．Timetomoveon.”

    "WhatshallIdo?You’retheboss.”

    "Takethedder.Propitupagainstthewalndclimbontoherbedroomverandah．Onceyougetintotheroom,don’tyougoluggingatherrightaway．Gosoftlyinahebedroomdoor．Thenyougoanddoyourcushyjob．I’llbereadyoroidcameratocatchthetwoofyouina.”

    "Aren’tyouafraidhertehusband’sghostwillcurseandhauntyou?"

    "Evenifhedoes，theiobmustbedoheirheadswerefullofair，likeanoverfilledballoonthatwouldburstatthetouchofacigarettebutt,andtheywereinahalf-mad，half-hystericalstateofmind．Mar