Book2:KigdomIteDreams
书迷正在阅读：街头卖艺的舞蹈家 , (原创女主)火影穿越文-愿望 , 掠夺（NP 高干 ) , 见远山 , 爹爹轻点疼(1v1) , 失真（gl/纯百） , 禁忌 , 美人他又哭又叫还过瘾 , 竞技战斗 , 醉梦风月录 , 春庭禁 , 理想国
covetedherresearchachievementsandtriedtotakeadvantageofher. “Howdidthesetwogettogether”hewoheyreallywereMegginnandSamantha,nowthenewpresidentandvice-presidentofWorldBank.Mr.Kaffeefeltinhispocketforhiswallet,ahabitualreflexwithhim,andfoundthemempty.Wheneverhesawabeautifulwoman,hereachedforhiswalletwhichalwaysheldathickwadofcashandsomesexenhangpills.Butnowhehadnothing.Mr.Kaffee’sirongreyhairwasblownaboutbythewind.Hismindwasinturmoil. “WherehastheyoungandrobustOliverKaffeegone?Irememberthetimewhenmybrainhadonlytoandandmypeniswouldreactimmediately.AmIreallyoldnowandlyrelystoachievemygoal?AmIreallyold?NotonlyamIold,mypenisisoldtoo.AmInolongerabletoperformwithmyrade-in-arms?Arethegoodolddaysgoneforever,oreturn?”Mr.Kaffeesppedhimselfsaying, “Areyoumad?Thefirstpriorityofthemomentistosolvetheproblemofwhattodohisisnotthetimetoeainwildflightsoffancy.Iamhungry,thirstyandtired.Ihadbettertrytofillmystomadfindapcetosleep.Therestwait.Iotjuststayhereandbeeabeggar.AmItobereduelessperson,beggingoreetsfrompcetopce?”Mr.Kaffeewasusedtoafortableandluxuriouslife.Hehadspenthistimescheminganddouble-dealingandhadlonglosttheabilitytoearnaliving.Thoughhewasofhumblebeginnings,hereliedonhisyouth,hisphysicalstrength,hisbrashanddaringspirittobzehisbloodypathintheunderworldfromaon‘soldier’totheMafiaboss.Buttimehadtakenitstolndhisphysicalstrengthwasnotwhatitwas.Tofallnowfromthepinnacleofhispowerwastheworseofallpossiblesarios.Henolongerhadthestaminatostartfromscratchagain.Mr.Kaffeethought, “Istartedfromnothing.Withmybarehands,Ifoughtmy.Iamassedgreatwealth.Ihadabsolutepower.Butiumnofmylife,Iambacktozero.Thebeginningandendofmylifearebothzero.It’sreallytragic!Buteveryone’slifewillbebacktozerowithoutexception.NotevenDimitriwillbeexempt.Whenfrohdeath,hislifewillsobezero.Noexception.Noexceptionatall.Ihavetimeandagainbeeedbyhim.Heismynemesis.Hislifeseemstoberal,positioween0aiweenhaveandhavenot,betweeyanddreams,betweenlifeah.Dimitriisreallystrange.Hehasdefeatedmetimeandagain,buthealwaysleftmeawayout.ShouldIbegratefultohimorshouldIhatehim?Ireallydonotknow.Iamfusedaboutwhat’sonmymind.”Mr.Kaffeelookedatthedarkeningskies.Toavoidtheembarrassmentofmeetingpeopleheusedtoknowabythem,hestoodupandwalkedawaywithtiredanddraggi,walkingonaimlessly.Itwastimeforpeopletobegettingofffromwork. 7 Darknessdesdedandthenumberofcarsontheroadlessenedsiderably.Mr.KaffeewasstilllaimlesslyoreetswhensuddenlythewindbroughttohimentigsmellofBBQmeatbeinggrilled.Hestoppeddeadinhistradlookedaroundhim.Hewasattheborderofarundownaedrosegardenah-watering,ambrosialsmellcamefromsomewheredeepiherownbushes.Onandoffhealsoheardindistinct,muffledsoundsofughterandversation.Uowithstandthelureofdeliciousfood,hefollowedthestandwalkedfurtherintothedesertedgarden.Threemensatcross-leggedonthegroundaroundabzingfireatasecludedclearingdeepihegarden.Theradiobesidethemwastransmittinglightjazzmusic.ItwasDimitriandhistwogoodfriendsRichardandJamaz.Theywereroastioverthefireaing,drinkingandtalkinganimatedlyispirits.