Book2:KigdomIteDreams

thereisastrawhut,whereawomanoftenlived.OnedayIslippedinwhileshewasawayandlookedaround.Icopiedherstyleandmadeformyselffurniturethatsuitsmeandmyneeds.”

    “Yes.Yes.”Mr.Fingernoddedandsaid,“ThatwomaniscalledLotus.SheisoneofDimitri’sbeauties.Ah!Whatalovelywoman.Butsheistoobigandtallforme.”

    “Whataboutme?”askedVio,givinghimawhiteeye?“DoIsuityou?”

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    “Ofcourseyousuitme”answeredMr.Fingercheekily,gettingclosetoherandinhalingthesweetnessrance.“Ofcourseyousuitme.Youareheaven’sgifttome,justasIamheaven’sgifttoyou.syoubetterthanmeinsize.”

    “Shameless!”smiledVio,halfiandhalfinannoyance.“Youareimpudent!”

    Mr.Fingerjustsmiledather,pletelysmittehoughtofsomethingandasked,“HowdidyouandDimitribeesuchmortalenemies?LikeIsaid,heisamellowguy,agoodman,muchlikeabrokenballkickedaroundbyeveryone.Howdidhebeeyourenemy?”Vio’seyesnarrowed,beinghardandcoldassharpknives.

    “Doyouknowheoncekilledawomanusiremelycruelmethods?Hetiedherhandsandhungheruponatree.Heorderedherchoppedintwofromthewaist.Wheitedlowerbodyyinapoolofbloodontheground,herupperbodywasstillhangingfromthetree.Iwasonlyafetusthen,butIburstfrommymother’swombatthatmomentorItoowouldhaveperisheduhesword!”

    Mr.Fingerwasalwaysveryetric,doingwhateverhefeltlike,wheneverhefeltlikeregardlessht,trueorfalse.Notwaitingtohearthewholestory,heflewinteandcried,

    “Rascal!Rascal!HedarestodothingsthatevenIdarenotdo!Don’tbeafraid.Iamhere.IsweartoGodforthelifeofmeIwillhelpyougetridofhim!“Viotinued,

    “Iwastileaobemasterofmyownasatthe