Book1:TeDream-Maker (第664/711页)

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    ”Howdoesitfeel?"Whereverthewarmhandstouched,thefabriherbodyfelway,remindinghere,beautifulbutterflyMarkcaughthtspringmandwhosewioreoffonebyone．Shefeltlikethatbutterflybeingdismantledwhehimripoffhertiny，gingpanties．Markpartedherlegsarated．Shefeltwetbutpainful．Painfulbutsweet．

    WheelsscreechedasLavereppedonthebrakestoavoidcollidingheadlongwithanoningmotorcycle，whichflewbywithrecklessspeed．Astheriderspedaway,heturnedhisheadandsneered，"Areyoublind?Wannaitsuicide?"Inthatinstant，DimitrireizedthehideousfaceofBig-O，theringleaderwhowasstrongasanox．Theskywasalmostdark，withonlyanetibythesettingsun．Thecarcruisedonroundandround，butnoMarkwastobeseen．ActuallyMarkwasa