But he finally made it to the surface.He looked down at his front and saw a big, red stain surrounding a hole on the right side of his shirt. He quick...y removed the garment, exposing his breasts to the warm, jungle air. He examined his breasts and abdomen, and found not even a scratch on their perfect surface. But the right side of his shirt was clearly soaked in blood. This was weird.He put the shirt back on, but only buttoned the top half of the buttons. He took the two tails of the shirt and. "Really?" He looked at me."Oh yeah! Everyday almost since I was little, all sorts of dogs would follow me around. I'd bring them home sometimes after school, give them a bath and some food, then we'd wrestle around." I was smiling as I recalled all those happy moments. "Dogs love to wrestle, you know?" Because maybe he didn't."Heh. If that's what you wanna call it." And some of those dogs were pretty big too, as big as me or even bigger sometimes. Our neighbors, three doors down, had a really. One of the women I’d seen outside already, although she was way more pretty up close, the other women was younger, maybe in her early twenties, she had angelic blond curls and friendly cheeks. I briefly made eye contact with her and she nodded. Maybe that was a good sign, was it a good sign? The priest just strolled along the line looking at us. Now and again they pulled a chin up high, or they twirled a girl around. I did my utmost best to stand up straight and pretty eagerly I awaited. Tell the folks that I had to leave early because I wanted to have time to prepare for the lawyer's interview tomorrow. I need to write down exactly what I remember about my state of mind from before the fight happened. I just need to get the hell out of this house, but don't tell them that."With that, he was off. I went outside with him and watched him drive away in my truck. I wasn't happy watching him driving away. I had forgotten to ask him for his car keys, and the bastard drove off with.