Book1:TeDream-Maker

se?HeturnedhisheadtolookatYoko．Atthesametime,Ileenwaseyeioowithenvyandjealousy．Expensively-dressedaifullymadeup,Ileenwasayoungwomanthatturnedheadswherevershewent，butherebeforeherwasyouth，eandnaturalbeauty,whichhadcaughtMr．Kaffee’seyeinspiteofthecheapdressandentation．ButYokowasshakingherheadandsaying，

    "Nobigdeal.What’sinaloss?Ifwelose,welose.There’salwaysaime．eo’sgo.”Shetookhisarmawowalkeddejectedlyoutofthegamblinghouse．Theywentoutontothecoldloreets,feelingsnubbedandhumiliated．Richardwasstilldevastatedandsaid，

    "IfIhadknown，Iwouldn’thavegoall．Wewouldstillhavethe35,000ahingwouldbefine.”

    "What’sdoneisdoneandotbeundone．Neverregret．That’sAmalia’sruleandmioo.”Richardfeltbad，butYoko’swarmhandinhismadehimfeelbetter．

    "Yht．It’snighttime．Let’sgoawhatwe.”Yokouoodhimperfectlyawofiguresdisappearedintothedarkness,whichwaslikesoft，bckvelvet，lightlycthesleepih．Thenightwaslikeanunfathomabletreasure，whereifyouwouldonlygoahereyouwouldfind．

    Uhemoonlight，asbrightandwarmassunshine,yDimitriandMedusa，feelingfortablyrexed,liketwoprimitivemammalsrestinginthefieldsafterthefieryheatofmatingonaspringnight．Buttheirmatingwasnotoneofanimallust,aninborninstincttoventtheirsexualurgeandpropagatetheirspecies．No,theirswasthemationofthehighestandse,mutualloveaofthebody．Dimitri’shandscaressedthevoluptuousbodyofMedusa,ohemostfearedofmonsters，butnowthemostloyalofsubjects．Medusa,oherhand,wastreasuringeverymomentofherpreciousnightwithhermaster,naked,freefromallinhibitions,arareihathadneverhapp