Lights popped on and cows in the barn woke up and started to low. The chicken coop I didn't even know was there went crazy like a fox was inside steal...ng eggs. I hid behind a stone chimney and cursed the damned stupid dogs, wondering if maybe I could shut them up with a couple of well-placed stones. But I'm not cruel to animals, and I'm chicken-shit to boot. And I throw like a girl. Then Farmer John came rushing outside with a shotgun in one hand and a lantern in the other, and it was time to. He was serious. "So what do you want Brian?" I asked as calm as I could."Oh, it's been years since I've had any action. Seeing and hearing you have so much fun, got me thinking about all the fun I could have with you too." He says with a grin. I tell him to get to the point and he replies, "I'd like a turn with that ass of your's too. I'm sure Brian wouldn't mind sharing right?" I think about it and noticed that he was stroking himself through his Dickie pants. And to my surprise, it looked. "Sure," she said, giving me a sly grin. "That'dbe fun." She fished through her bag. "Here's my card. E-mail me." Great, either Adam or I will do that. Right, Adam?" Sure," he mumbled. "OK. Nice meeting you. Bye, puppy," he said, asthe dog jumped on him."Bye," she said, walking off. "By the way, cute skirt."I slapped him on his head. "Ouch. What'd I do?" She was so into you. And you stood there like a statute." Really? She was? You think so?" You are so dense. Did she have to hold up a sign?. Out here it seemed almost like a different sort of dark. His new home was long and low, little more than a block of barely held together tin sheets. Cesar was mounting what passed as a veranda of sorts, a ramshackle construct of aged wood, unlocking the door. What few windows broke the monotony of the exterior were small, those that Carl could see curtained and dark. He followed hesitantly after Cesar. The outside reminded him of something only a little better than a caravan. As Cesar turned.