If he had to wager in a guess, and if his memory served him right, it had been probably several weeks since he last bathed himself. If someone were to...come to his apartment building at that very moment, they would be greeted with the stench that would put even a sumo wrestler to sleep in a matter of seconds.‘The Trashmaster’ his online friends called him, due to the sheer amount of trash in his room. The floor, the ceiling, his bed, even in between the wall-mounted air conditioner somehow, it. ”Preparing was easy. Grass? Check. Beer? Check. Gas? Check. Ok we’re ready, lets go. Then the phone rang. It was one of his redneck buddies. He wanted to come with us. My buddy said “sure the more the merrier”. Shit. This put a big damper on my hopes of seducing my bud into naked delights in some sunny mountain meadow. The road trip was about 4 hours, but it took us all day as we stopped to get high, play disc and just hang out along the way. We got there in the early evening and quickly. Marking the tiny grave with a small wooden cross nailed together in the garage, the old man’s words played over in my head as I worked. ‘Tough luck son…sometimes miracles happen.’ Sure they do. It would have been a miracle had I not lost control of my dogs. If only I’d been paying more attention instead of struggling with that stupid bag of groceries, my innocent puppy would be alive, instead of buried beneath the frozen yard. Her death was my fault and I hated myself for it. After begging her. Her head was bobbing up and down on just the upper half of his stalk, it was so damned big. She finally popped her mouth off of him and stood up and stripped for her lover. Then she lay back on the couch and spread her legs seductively for him. Her pretty blonde pussy beckoned to him. "Come on, tiger, come on and get this fine white trim," she cooed.As he climbed between her legs and prepared to mount her, I pointed to some vaseline on the coffee table. "Hey, you'll probably want some.