Chapter Forty Five
In a turbulent and chaotic world, when a man sleeps he at times dreams and those visions can be horrific, yet at times beautiful.
As he slept, his highly endowed and troubled mind saw images and shapes and of course her face, that intricate face that no other woman on earth was in possession of. That mental picture allowed him to sleep deeper and longer then he remembered having done before.
Nightmares and dreams are interchangeable for the disturbed and though he saw Mandal clearly in his thoughts and coveted her now more than anything else on earth, he could not help remembering the other girl, the one he dreamed he had murdered, or dreamed he had like the one before her, who now was lying like a block of ice in his freezer.
Was she there, or was he a fururist, and
