Book3:WereMyDreamIs
uresandherhearttightenedinjealousy.Sherememberedtheflirtatiousgncesyoungwomencastathimwhentheypassedthebeatheirwaytotheo/hotendherobsessiontoexcelrosetoprominenhersciousness.“Withmycurvaceousfigure,”shethought,“ifIwalkedontothatbeamybikinis,IamsuretobethetargetofalleyesandwillcertainlyoutdoEmmanuel.”Sooablewascoveredwithdishesofallkindsofgourmetfood,butSalinahadlostherappetiteandbarelytastedthem.HerhearthadflowntothewhitesandbeachbelowaimpatientlytellingEmmaohurryupandfinishhislunch. “eon,bequick.Iwanttogotothebeadtakeasunbath.Lookhowtemptiesandlooks.Ialsowanttogoswimmifaster,Emmanuel,Iwanttoleave.”Pressedbyherrepeatedurgings,Emmanuelwolfeddownhissteakandotherfood.Salinatookoutanakedpin