Book3:WereMyDreamIs

ets.ItwasSunday.PeoplewereallgluedtotheirTVsetswatgtheWorldSeries,toseewhichteamwouldchtheWorldchampionship,sotherewereveryfewcarsariansoutoreets.Thesunwassettingiandsoonitwouldbedark.Thepolilookedathiswatdsaidtohispartner,

    “Onemorehourandwe’llbedoheday.Whatareyoupnningtodotonight?”

    “Nothingmuch”repliedthepolian.

    “Whatabouthavingdiogethertonight?”

    “Isthatsupposedtobeadate?”askedshe,withasmile.Beforehecouldanswer,astrangelooking,uniquelyshapedbcksportscarflewswiftlybyonhisleft.Thepoliswervedhiscaralertlytowardstherighttopreventbeinghitandmutteredangrily,

    “Damnfool.That’sasolidyellow!You’renotallowedtopass,youdumbass!You’reaskingfortroubledisregardingalltrafficrulesand