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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
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