Book3:WereMyDreamIs

meandagain.Afterafewroundsbothofthemweremorethansatisfied.Mr.Fingerraisedhisheadandhiccupped.DwarfMickeytookoutapackageofchipsandsaid,“ehavesomesnacks,it’snofunjustdrinkingliquor.”Mr.Fingerrubbedhismouthwithhishandtowipeawayremnantsofthewineandbeganknawingonapieceofchip.

    “Theyounggirlwhojusthelpedyouattheliquorstore,wasshepretty?”askedMr.Finger.

    “Yah,sherettyyoungss.”

    “PityIonlysawherbackassherantoherbusandneversawherface.Didyounoticeshetookthesamebusthatbroughtushere?Whichcitydidweefromatthetime?”

    “FromMilpitas,notfarfromhere.”

    “That’sastrangename.Mypenis.Mypenis.Didtheyreallyy,mypenis?”

    “No.No.No.No.Yougotitallwrong”correctedDwarfMickey.“It’sMilpitas.Misinmilk