Book3:WereMyDreamIs

unewhere?Ihaven’tseenyouaroundbefore.How’sbusihisevening?”TheyoungwomanlookedatRichardeatyandwhoseclothesweredirtyandoily.Hecertainlydidnotlooklikeagoodprospect.Sheghetalndmuscurbstandingbesidehim,justasbadlydressedaainlydidnotlooklikeagoodguy.

    “Noneofyourbusiness”sherepliedshortly.“Arethetwoofyoucops?”

    “Ohno,no’repliedRichard.“Dowelooklikecops?Wearejustmenwholiketowalkaroundhereandbringyougirlsbusiness,especiallyfreshmeatlikeyou.Howaboutit?Wanttogetinmycar?”Thegirlwasyoungbutseemedtoknowherwayaround.Shecertainlywasn’tabouttogetintothecarjustlikethat.

    “Waogetintoyourcar?That’spossible,butIdon’tlikeyourold,broken-doy.Ifyouwaogowithyou,gogetaralonglimousine!”

    “You’rekidding