Book3:WereMyDreamIs

adnonotihtandwrong,ofwhatcouldorcouldn’tbedowishingtobeboggeddownwithsuitty-grittyheadaches,hedecidednottodealwithhimanymorebutsendhimonhisway.Sohesaid,

    “Alright,you’reallwetsoI’llletyouoffthistime.IfyoulivenotfarfromhereIwilltakeyouhomeinmycar.Howaboutthat?”

    “Ihavenohome.Iamhomeless.Isthatagainstyourwtoo?”repliedEmmanuerrogantly.MeanwhileSalina,whowasstandiohim,wassoaki.Waterstreameddownfromherhairontoherfadbodyandmadethegroundaroundherallwet.Herclothesstucktoherbodylikeasedskin,fullyrevealioursofhershapelyandcurvaceousfigure,makingitseemthattheywereabouttoburstoutofherclothes.Thoughitwassummer,theobreezearoundtheBayatnight-timewasstillquitechillyandshecouldnotstopshivering.Thepas