Book1:TeDream-Maker
书迷正在阅读：好喜欢jiejie , 【刀剑乱舞歌仙兼定特辑】恋时雨 , 【瓶邪】【双性生子】【原着向】 流年 , 这个道士太逆天了 , 我们队里的法师竟然是死灵术士 , 无悔 , 罚 , 绝对纯情的史小姐 , 有你在，天气晴 , 黄金城 , 恶毒师尊就该被疯批徒弟疯狂玩弄 , 《繁星坠落时》前菁英刑警现暴躁攻x暗黑杀手偏执疯狂受——我不想做谁的英雄，只想做你的英雄。CWT69
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?" 4 "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