Leader opened the door and it was them! Twotails had running-clothes too, and Sweetpee was as happy as I was, running with me like a mad thing, while ...aving a tug-of-war with the running-hat. We had a glorious morning run, all four of us delighting in the togetherness and our bodies joy in running, me and Sweetpee running circles round the humans. They are so slow, in spite of being fast for their kind. When we got back Leader finally took my advice and offered food and sneezedrink, that hot. I stared at it for a moment. I hadn’t fired it since Nicaragua, and when I got it back in Fayetteville, I had simply put it in a drawer. Now, cleaned and loaded, it was as deadly again as it had been when I had used it to kill the four narcos. Ancient history. I flicked off the safety and put seven rounds downrange, aiming at an oak tree.Three hit. I reloaded and got another four in the X-ring, so to speak. I worked my way through the box of ammo until I was back to my old self, where I felt. That was a mystery I sort of did not want to get to the bottom to. Now I am Eric, the same character from the other story, Old Farm Fun, (oh you didn’t read it…maybe you should) I was a teenager, 6’l”, brown hair brown eyes, white skin, and man did I like white cotton briefs! They are perfect for what they have to do down there, keeping my 6.75” dick where it had to be. However, today I was swimming so I chucked off my tighty whities and looked at myself in the mirror like all the other. This angered the gods upon his return, because he was created equal among them and now he was more than they. The gods afraid, because this angel was appointed Wrath of Judgment now had feelings. A machine crafted for destruction could now experience pleasure in his job. The gods cast him out of the heavens, and the hells closed their gates to him. He was forsaken by all the things he knew, and fell asleep, a mortal until the time when gods would call, he did. Returned he has, the sleeper.