Book3:WereMyDreamIs

iquor.Whenhelickedhisfingersandfounditwasgoodwhiskey,heslowlyrememberedtheevensofthenightbefore.WhenheandSalinacamebacktotheirpresidentialsuiteieftercarousingtilltheweehours,hesaorbowlihroomandsaidtoSalina,

    “DoyouknowhowIusedtodrink?Theywouldpourliquorintoagssandputmei.Iwoulddrinkimmersedinliquorihegss.That’swhatyoucalldrinking!Wouldyoudaretodrinklyinginsideabowl?”

    “Whynot”repliedSalina,alsoverydrunkbythen.“Idaretodowhateveryoudareto.”Mr.Fingerpouredthewholebottleofwhiskeyintothebowndsaid,“Let’sgebacktiandlieinsidedrinking.ThatwhatIcallrealdrinking.”Sothetwoofthemtookoffalltheirclothes,gedbacktolittlepeoplesmalsafingerandjumpedintotheporbowndytheredrinkingintoastupor.AsMr.Fingergra