Book3:WereMyDreamIs

doutandsaidtoDimitri,

    “Havetoleavenow.Wemustgotothebakery,washanddressedupbeforejoinihers.tihyourrest,Dimitri,we’llbringdinnerhome.”Thetwoofthemwalkedthroughtheweedieddesertedgardentowardsthegate.HalfwaytowardstheentranceRichardsuddenlyrememberedsomethingandturnedbacksaying,

    “Ohyes,Ifottotellyousomethilyagroupofhomelesspeoplehavebeenhangingoutarouhinkingofmovinginonus.Atfirst,Ididn’tmindandhadnoproblemsharingtheuseofthispcewiththem.Ithoughtweoorandhomelessvagabondsandthisquietgardenisrgeenoughforusalltoco-existpeacefully.Butassoonastheygothere,thesehooligaosms,indulgeinsexies,FKeachotherfrombehind,throwusedneedles,bottlesandwastealroundaswelsurinateandrelievethemselvesaheyfeltlike,