Book1:TeDream-Maker (第56/166页)

wouldalssuffering．Sonow,heforcedhimselftobearthepainofkeepinghiseyesopen．Helookedaroundhimandsawagroupofbigbhandrowdy．Astheymovedabout,hemusclesoftheirmagnifitbodiesbulgedeffortlesslyasiftheyweremadeofbronzeandnotoffleshandblood．Dimitristooduheshowerandclosedhiseyes，lettiwatersoothehistiredbody．Ititytheswimmingpool，whichwasdamageddurihquake，hadnotbeenrepaired；otherwise，theswimmingteam，withboysasstrongandmuscurasthesewouldbetraining，too．Histhoughtsturheteamofbasket-ballpyershesawonhiswaytothegym．Thecoachuttihroughtheirwarm-uppractidtheirvirile，aggressiveresponsesbroughtasparkofyouthfulexuberaoDimitri’sheart．Theversationaroundhimhadturogirlsandsex．Aionallytalndwellbuiltyoungmanwasboastingofhisprowess.

    "Howmanytimesdidyoumakeitstnight?"

    "Eight．"

    "Naw．"

    "You’rekidding!"

    "Gee-wez…”Excmationsofenvy,admirationanddisbeliefspurredtheyoungmanontorevealdetailsofhissexlife．

    "...butshecouldn’ttakeitanymore．Shebeggedmetostopandytheremotionlessasifshewasdead,soIquit．Icouldhavegoneon.”

    "BullSh1T!Ifyou’rethebullyousayyouare,whydon’tyougointothegirls’lockerroomdoorahemhaveit?"

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    "Areyme?"

    "Yeah!Betyoutwentybucksyoudon’tdare．"

    "Iwillifweallgotogether.”

    "Whatd’yaguyssay?Shallwe?"

    Dimitriughedhystericallywiththem．Thefireofyouthseemedtoburnoncemoreinhimayoungandstrongagain．

    "Whatifmyeyesarepainful?”hethought.“Itwon’tstforever!Thatisn’tenoughtokeepmedown.”Withthespiritichero,heshavedanddressedtokeephisappoiwithDr.ElinaGelbart．

    Reinginherrogchair,NovelSilkiseseemedtohavethoughtofalotofthings,butthenitalsoseemedthathermindwasabnkandfocusedonnothing．Frtillnightshesattherewwhytheskiesturnedfrhttodark．Timedidnotrunonaspecificschedule．Actually，therewasnoobjectivestandardtogoby．Alldependedonhowthefleshbodywasused．Whenthebodytbusy,timeflewlikeafleetingarrow；butwhenthefleshbodywasusedinastateofleisure,timesloweddownandmightseemedtoninterminably.Thereforemundanecalcutionofthehumanlifespanwasinaccurate．Timewasonlyafeeling，anobscureidea．Likefate，itwasaralstatebetweeentandent．Whenwerealizedthis，wecouldtrolthespeedoftimewithouremotions．Novelsuddenlyrecalledseeingawhitecloudattheerofherwindthedayandwonderedwhereithadfloatedto．Shefeltasthoughshewasthatcloud,floatingandsinkinginthewideexpaheseaoftime．

    Stifffromsittinginthesamepositiontoolong，Novelyawnedandstretchedherselfzily．Herarmspausedinmidairwhehoughtofherhusband,Joshua,lyinginthatnarrowcoffinwithnospaoveabout,letaloretchhimselfwhecramped．Oh，howunfortablethatwas!EverySundaym，Joshuawouldsitontherogchairshewassittingonnow，smokinghispipeandgazingatthebeautifulndscapedgardenoutside．Nowhecouldnolongersmokeinthatnarrowcoffin，howcouldhestanditwhenhisyearningforasmokecameoverhim?Shehadinsistedonopeningthegsscoverofthecoffinthtentheerofhisshirtcolr,whichhappeobeslightlycurledup，undoubtedlyduetothecarelessnessofthecaretaker．Novelknewherhusbandwasmeticulousabouteverythingtothemidetail,awouldpiquehimtolieforeverinhiscoffininsuchashirt．Otherwisehewouldeventryt