Book3:WereMyDreamIs

lithedust.Thepolifrustration,parkedtwopolicecarssidewaysacrossthestreet,hopingtoblockhim,buthemaodrivehisextremelyflexibleandmaneuverablesportstothesidewalksandslippedaway.Asthecarpoisedinmidair,thepoliceshotatthetires,hopingtostophismaddash,onlytofindthateveiresofthesportscarwerebulletproof,leavingthenonplussedpoliotknowingwhattodo.Onehair-raisingsariofollowedbyanother,causedthebeautifulpassehejet-bcksportscartoshriekinshodexcitement,feeliremelyarousedandstimuted,neverrealizialdangersuchactivitiescouldcausetoothersandtoherself.Emmanuelspedalongthefreeway,askingSalinawhowassittiohim,

    “Whatdoyouthinkofmydrivingskills?Satisfied?”

    “Goodjob.Goodjob”repliedSalina,givinghimathumbup.