Book3:WereMyDreamIs

tlyfromherloungechair,crossedthegrassonherbarefeettostepintoherbeautifundexquisitesandalspreparingtogobacktoherhouseandsecurelycloseallthewindowsanddoors.Sheneverdreamedthatdangerwasalreadydrawingnearandwasrightoutsideherwoodenfence.

    EmmanuellookedcautiouslyrightaandwasoverjoyedtofindthattherewasnoonearoundandthatallwasquietandserehatobnoxiousJamazhadapparentlygoneaway”hethought“There’snotimelikethepresent.”Stretgouthisarm,hevaultedoverthefendjumpedintothebackyard.Aishawassteppingintoherbeautifulsandalsandwasjustabouttoturnaroundwhensuddenlyshewasfrontedbyatalndstalwartmanstandingrightinfrontofher.Shestaredathiminshodbeforeshecouldshoutforhelp,themanpressedameismofthesmallobjectheheldin