In a way, it was a form of genocide without actually pulling the trigger on an entire race because they sentenced themselves to expatriate existence i... a foreign land. Of course, the broken recorded promises and unenforced treaties gathered dust in the basement of some moldy government building in Washington, D.C. never to see the light of day again.The following week turned out to be a crossroads of a sort for our continued trek west to the Pacific Ocean.I had somehow contracted a valley fever. We didn't talk about kitty's, but there was an undercurrent to our conversation, caused mostly on my end. I know I pushed it a little, but that was caused by the fact that Brenda had told me that she liked me. We stopped outside Brenda's house at ten fifteen, and when Mrs. Connor came out carrying a golf bag, Hans and I both raced out to her to offer to carry her bag to the limo. I won the race, and relieved her of the bag. Hans returned to the back of the limo and opened up the trunk. He and I. “I’ll be right back up here as soon as Pickles is home.” That’s a forty minute round trip. I was five minutes from the house when my phone rang.“How’s he doing?”She sighed. “He’s gonna be okay. They’re going to do a bypass in the morning, though. He’s in ICU right now.”“I’ll be up there in a bit. I’m just turning down our road.”Pickles gave me a stern look when I opened his carrier. I filled his water and food bowls, dumped a handful of treats out, gave him a couple from my hand, left the rest. ”“Sorry, Ed, but I just had too much to drink again, and when Jeff rubbed my ass while we were dancing I really got turned on. Then he started kissing me, with his tongue pushed into my mouth, and then after he started sucking my breast, I lost control. I even stroked his bare cock with it sticking through his zipper. His cock felt long and thick, and that turned me on even more. He must have been excited too because his cock was wet with pre-cum.”Ed was very aroused hearing me describe my.