Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第26/327页)

HecalledouthernameloudlythreetimesandthebckbirdturnedandmadeswiftlyforthepcewhereDimitrihadcalledherfrom.ItflewfromtheremoteandfarawayKingdomofanotherdimensionoftime,leapinghurriedlypastthetimebarrierandreachedthemundaneworld.

    Theairaroundthedesertedwarehousewasdisturbedbyagustygaleraisedbymightywings,sendingcurrentsflurryingandwhirling.Abigbckbirdflewpast.Itturnedaround,closedherwings,somersaultedintheairanddroppeddownswiftly.Asitreachedtheground,itturohumanform.Yes,itwasMedusawhomwehaven’tseenforalongtime.ShehadcoveredhersnakehairwitharedbandanaanddonnedabckT-Shirtthesamecolorasherskin,bluejeansandapairofwhitetennisshoes.Shewastalndathletic-lookingseemingtohaveinfinitereserveofenergyandpower.LittleMaureenhidinDimitri’sarmsandlookeddumbstrudtransfixedatthevisitorwhocouldgefrombirdtohuman.MedusawalkedtoDimitriandbowed.

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    “YourMajesty”shesaid.“Iamhere.Whatareyourorders?”

    “Thisismynewfriend,Maureen”hesaidsmiling,softlypattingthedog’sintelligentlittlehead.“Hisbeautifulmistressisintrouble.Pleasegoandhelpher…Go,mylittlefriend.LeadMedusatoyourmistressatomightbetoote.”Maureeoasiffromadream.Hejumpeddownandranswiftlytowardshishome,followedbyMedusa.Theirtwofiguresdisappearedintothenight.

    Itwasfarintothenight,almostgettingneardawnbutDimitrifoundhecouldnolobacktosleep.Hedraggedthemattresssothatitleanedagainstthewalndwouldn’tobstructpedestrianstoomuch,hopingthatthenpeoplewon’tnoticeitandwouldjustleaveitthereforhimtobeabletohavearestingpceforafewmhts.Dimitrisatdownagainstthewall.ThoughthesuspenseofhowMedusaandMaureenwerefaringitempttosaveCharinawasgnawingathim,asablindmantherewasnothingelsehecoulddoandworryanduneasinesswerefutileandpointless.Dimitriwasfilledwithhopelessahisowninferiority,hisinpetendinabilitytoact,thinkinghehadbeeauselessgood-for-nothing.Justthenthewideexpanseofcloudlessblueskiesagainappearedbeforehiseyes.ItwastheblueskiesofhisKingdomintheDreams,sodearandfamiliartohim.Wasn’titfromthedepthofthisdimensionoftimethatMedusaflewtothemundaneworld,leapingacrosstimebarriertoanswerhiscall?Blurry,indistinctimagesthatlookedlikeflowersmovedaroundintheblueskies,thesightofwhichdispersedDimitri’sdepression,leavingnotracebehindoftheworriesandrecriminationsthathadbeentroublinghim.Itwasaremelybeautifulblossom,awhitelilywhichsuddenlystoodoutfromamongtheindistinctfloralimagesinthesky.Itlookedlikealily,butDimitriwasnotsurewhatkindoffloweritreallywas.Hecouldseeitswayingintheslightbreeze,itswhitepetalsflutteringslightly.Thensuddenlyitturoanentingnakedbeauty,averybeautifulwoman,sexuallyentigandalluring.Dimitrirubbedhiseyesandstaredathertomakesurethatitwasne.Butjustasquickly,sheturnedbatoawhiteflowerthatlookedlikealilybutwasnotactuallyalily.Suchstrangeandmagicaltransformationstookpcerepeatedlyamongtheshadowyandblurryflowersintheskies.Abrightredflowerthatlookedlikearose,otherdelicateyelloaleblueblossomsallturonakedbeauties.Blossomsthatlookedsopureandsacredsuddenlybecamelustywomen,lewdandwanton,luringhimonwithexplicitmotionsandexpressioedbey