Book3:WereMyDreamIs

ndImaginationganginguptotoywithme?”hethought.“No.Ithinktheymeanttousetheirmusistrumentsascatalyststoexpeditemyiality,sothatthegraduallyagingansinmybodywouldoncemorebefulloflifefordIcainmylongvanishedyouth.Whattheydonotuandisthatitisonlymyfleshbodythatcouldbemaniputed,therealmeisalevel-headedandintelligentobserver,silentlywatgthesegesbutwouldneverbepartofthem.

    Oherhand,Emmanuelwastotallyarousedbythebeautylyingexposedbeforehim.Hewasdevoidoftheabilitytodistinguishbetweenrightandwrong,goodandevil.Hisbraiohavestoppedfuningaltogetherandhisonlyobjectivewastoihispenis,hardandstiffasaspear,intoCharina’sbody.HepartedCharina’sbeautifullegsandwasabouttoforcethespearintoherbodywhenthesoundofloudpoun