Book2:KigdomIteDreams (第87/246页)

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.

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    Darknessdesdedandthenumberofcarsontheroadlessenedsiderably.Mr.KaffeewasstilllaimlesslyoreetswhensuddenlythewindbroughttohimentigsmellofBBQmeatbeinggrilled.Hestoppeddeadinhistradlookedaroundhim.Hewasattheborderofarundownaedrosegardenah-watering,ambrosialsmellcamefromsomewheredeepiherownbushes.Onandoffhealsoheardindistinct,muffledsoundsofughterandversation.Uowithstandthelureofdeliciousfood,hefollowedthestandwalkedfurtherintothedesertedgarden.Threemensatcross-leggedonthegroundaroundabzingfireatasecludedclearingdeepihegarden.Theradiobesidethemwastransmittinglightjazzmusic.ItwasDimitriandhistwogoodfriendsRichardandJamaz.Theywereroastioverthefireaing,drinkingandtalkinganimatedlyispirits.