Book2:KigdomIteDreams

whenhecameuponanakedwoman;eyesclosedlyingasleepuhesunshade.Wasittheowner,MissJefferson?Hercurvaceousfigurelikewhitejade,almostmelteduhesunshislightwrihetipofhereyesshowedherage.Didn’tshelooksomethinglikeAisha?Coulditbeshe?JamazandAishadidn’tknoweachotherastheyhad.Theunavoidableeventunavoidablyhappened,likeanuntrolblevehiclehurtlingheadlongtowardsasheercliff.

    Retly,thenormallyintelligentandrationalAishasomehowcouldnotcurbhermoodfromswinginglikeapendulumfromoremetotheitated,anxious,tenseandedgy,shefoundthatherorderlylifehadpletelybeendisrupted.Ominousforebodingsoftendisturbedherthoughts.Herheartwaslikeanopengarbagewhereswarmsoffliesbuzzedbusilyabout.Depressionmounteddailylikeadegcorpsethrownintothewilderhestenchofdegfleshwasnon-dispersible,refusingtobescattered.Today,heruledemotionsreacheditsheightandstruggledonthebrinkofmentalcolpse.Shedecidedtousephysicalexertiontoexpendherpent-upenergy,soshejumpedintotheswimmingpoondswaminnumerablepsesuntilshewastotallyexhausted.Thensheclimbedoutwearilyanddroppedontotheloungechairuhesunshadetorest.Helpedalongbyhalfabottleofbrandy,Aishaforcedhermindtograduallyrex,beingobscureandhazy.Shereallyneededsleep.Indeedshegradually,graduallycalmeddownanddriftedintodreamnd.Buteventhere,fragmentsifuhoughtstiopesterher.OnemomentKingDimitriandtheBeautiesweregatheredtogetherenjoyingavishbahemomenttheheavensweredarkenedbycrowdsofhugebats,screamingandwhirlingmenaglyaround.Feroedusasoaredupintothesky.Thoughoutnumbered,shefoughttheaggressorsbravelyanddrops