Book1:TeDream-Maker
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n．Inhermemory，Mark，solidandstaleasamountain，wassomeoneshecouldalwaysrelyon．Butthatwasyearsago．Nowtheyhadbothgrownup．Notonlyhadherbodydevelopedandmatured，herthoughtstoobecamemoreplex．ButMarkwhilephysicallyhuskyandrobusthadretaiheIQofachild，stillrevelinginfairytales．Wasthatatragedyorablessingindisguise?Thefeeble-mindedMarkdidnothavetofacetheplexproblemsofmodernsociety，buthercouldheexperiehesatisfaandhappinessofsolvingthoseproblems．RetlyneighborshadtoldhertheyhadseenMarkfooroundwiththehookersinthepark，whoteasedandpyedpracticaljokesonhim,gettinghimtoshowhispenisinpublidtellinghim10 10=21．Theseithatafternooohermind，causingherhearttobeatfasterandherbreathtoequicker．Straionscametoherandthesalivainhermouthseemedtomultiplyonitsown．Mark’srgepeniswasonlyapartofhishugebody,likehismuscurarmsorelephantinelegs，whythendiditmakeherheartflutterandcausehersuchrestlessfusion?Lavernequicklysatupiubandwashedoffthesoapsuds．Asshedriedanddressedherself，puttingonherunderajamas，shethoughtthatshemusttryandprotectMarkfromfallingahaplessvictimtotheAIDSviruswhichreadingatanarmihatafternoonshehadboughtsomeextrargesatthedrugstore,butdidnotknowhowtoteachhimtousethemforhisownprote．Thebestsolutionwas,ofcourse，forMr．Johnsontodoso，butgivenhispresentstateofhealth，hemayoit．Shehadmadeuphermind，thatshouldtheoccasionrise，shewaswillingtomaketheultimatesacrifidgiveherselftohimasanoutletforthenaturalsexualurges,whichmightotherwiseleadhimtounsafesexoutsidehome． Thecoldraysofthefullmoonemphasizedthesizeainessofthespaastersuite．Laverontheedgeofthekingsizebed，whichhadoheintimateloveandslumberofayoungcouple，nowpushedrelentlesslybyTimetowardsthefinallihefloodoflife,theironceyoungandsupplebodiesnowparalyzedorhalf-paralyzed．Theirhoarse，indistinctmurmurscouldstillbeheard，likeapairofsleeplessphantoms,versinginthedeepofthenight．Sittingtherealoneuhemoonlight，Lavernesuddenlyhadtheeeriefeelingthattherewasanotherheartbeatingnearby．Shelookedsharplyaroundandinaerwherethemoonlightdidnotreach，shedisedapairofpiergeyeswatgher． "Mark！"shecriedout，"Whatareyoudoinghere?"Thenpattingthebedshesaid，"ehere．Whyaren’tyouinbed?"Markwalkedoververyslowlyandstoopeddowninfrontofher，puttinghisbeseeghandssilentlyonherknees．Lavernelookeddownathistroubled，yearningeyesanduoodtheplexurgesraginginsidehim，whichhecouldheruandnorexpress．Shetookhiminherarmsandpattedhiswideshouldersasifshewasfafavoritepet，saying"PoorMarkyboy!"thinkingitwastimetogiveherselftohimandsosaiddecisively，"Youmaydowhateveryouwanttodo.”Mark’shugewarmhalycaressedhersoft，yieldingbodyandshegavethemfullreiingthemroamwherevertheywould．Iy，Markhimselfwasnotsurewhyhehadetoherroom．Hisviolebeatswerelikebattledrumshasteninghimon．Perhapshehadeforaothepuzzliionsthathadtormentedhissimplemindafterlookingatthepraphicmagazineshefound，suchas "Whydon’tfemaleshavepenises?Howthendidtheytakealeak?" "Whydidthemalepeerthefemalebody．Itwaslikeakeyfittedintoa1ocktoopenitup”． ”Howdoesitfeel?"Whereverthewarmhandstouched,thefabriherbodyfelway,remindinghere,beautifu