Chapter Eighteen
Police jail, Beijing
Every time he slept, he dreamed of a beautiful woman. Not the woman who’d gotten him arrested. A different woman, with long hair the golden color of the dried prairie grasses that waved in the winds. Though he was colorblind, in his mind’s eye, the he saw her vividly, in every detail. Her eyes, though almond shaped, like his own, were the rich green color of the prayer flags flying above the monastery and soft love shone in them when she smiled, not fear and hatred.
She reached her arms out to him in every dream. Her skin was pale and soft and her full breasts made him long to feel them against his cheek and lips. His entire body ached with the need to taste her, to bury himself deep inside her, to experience the healing balm of her love and softnes
