Book3:WereMyDreamIs

intedheadandmouselikeeyespoiheskiessaying,

    “Nothingiswrongwithmyeyes!WasIwrong?Look!Don’tyouallseeit?Iwasn’twrongwasI?Areyouallblind?Thistimeit’snotonlyonegirl,it’sseveral!Oneisinthegardenandtwomoredroppingdownfromthesky.Heyboss,you’reinluck!”Inthefaceofreality,thehusky,brawnytoughguyhadnothingtosaythistime.Heswipedhismouthwiththebackofhishandasiftowipeoffthesalivathatwasdroolinginhismouth.

    “Son-of-abitch”heexcimed.“Istherereallysuchathingasfairiesingdowhfromtheskies?Therereallyweretwofemaleswhojumpeddownfromtheclouds.Idon’tgiveadamnaboutthemysteriousdudeyoutalkedaboutbutIwantthesefemales.”

    “Heyboss,you’llgetbothmoneyandfemales,Iamsureofit.Justdon’tfetuswhenyoudo.Youhavetheste