Book1:TeDream-Maker

atthere,feeliy,smellystoolleaveherbody,shethoughtofthecyaastyfoodbecamefoulsmellingexcrement，delicioushotdogsbecamestool，simirinshape，butthensodifferent!Humansneedfoodtolive．Theyusetheirfleshbodytoworkiogetfoodtoeataoexcreteit!Suchistheendlesscyanlife!Ifshebecameahooker，shewouldacceptaman’spenisascasuallyaseatingahotdogandascasuallyusethemoneysheearobuyfoodandthenexcreteit．ShelookedatthelowerportionofherbeautifulnakedbodyexposedtherebeforeherandDimitri’swordscamebacktain，"Donotallowanystrangemaopeeinandoutofyourbodyatrandom，justasyouwouldraeryourhome.”Hewasright．Suchabeautifulbodyshouldhrownawayatrandom．Fullyrelieved，sheedherselfwiththepaperandflushedthetoilet．Shepulledupherpanties，adjustedherskirtagratifiedasshewatchedallthesmelndfilthgodownwiththeswirlingwater．Sheleftherstalowashherhandsatthebasin．Shesmiledattheimageinthemirrorasshepowderedherfadaddedatouchoflipsticktoherlips,whichhadbeenrubbedoffbythehotdog．

    "HowstupidIwas!Ialmostittedaninexcusablemistakethatwouldhaveruinedmywholelife!"The,theheflushingtoiletstillwhirlingbehindher．

    PhysicallyYokofelthappyandrexednowthatshehadetoadecision,buttherewasstilheavyburdenonherheartbecausethequestionofherlivelihoodremainedunsolved．Shehurriedtowardsthegamblinghouse，hopingAmaliahadaluckystreaktoday．Amaliawasanoldwomaniies．Herpastwasanenigmaandapuzzle．Nooneknewanythingabouther,exceptthatshehadasoncalledDimitri，whomnoonehadeverseenandshehadfottenhisstname．Forthepastfiftyyears，herlifehadbeeeredaroundthegamblinghouse．Yokowasa