Eventually, we were at the backdoor ... he went out a very professional pet door and came back in."Marrggle." I see. Who did that?" Purrmurft," and he...looked in the direction of the front door. I walked out of the kitchen.Doctor Janie burst through the front door racking her Remington 870 Express Tactical Twelve, "Oh ... it's you." Nice to see you, too, Janie. You didn't need to sound so disappointed."Tom up tailed and twined her ankles. "Nang," distinctly, "Naang." She did it," I said.Tom sat. Philip couldn’t help but fantasize what it would be like to have sex in the glass elevator—the traffic below, all the unsuspecting drivers rushing to get home, while others perhaps staring—captivated, maybe even envious at the exhibition taking place. Just the thought seemed to stimulate him. He had always fantasized about sex in public and it was the kind of excitement he longed for.Philip knew of a place—a dark bar in Silver Lake, an area east of Hollywood, which catered to couples looking to. So Jennie what is this about? I asked. Your dad offered me a job in his kennel. But my dad said because of their bet. I had to check with you due to the nature of the job. Said Jennie. What is the nature of the job? I asked. Your dad said that I have to take care of the male dogs and their owners. Said Jennie. And that means what? I asked. You know John. No I dont. I want you to tell me exactly what you have to do. Well, Im not exactly sure, but your dad implied sexually. So, you will be. We ended up in his place that night. It was a small but tidy roof top studio on the upper side of Manhattan. We had a few drinks and we talked about trivial things at first. Then we walked out on to the patio overlooking the city. The scene from the terrace was not the usual landscape of tall bright skyscrapers one would imagine of NewYork. But non-the-less it was a nice view of the other side of the city with the far dim building lights beneath a dark cloudless sky. Everything looked good so.