The dog’s name was Royce, a German Shepherd weighing only 66 pounds. Bitch Queen was the bitch.”At her name there were cries of, “Where is she?�...� “Bring her back.”“Royce has been retired,” Bernard said, instantly regretting he had mentioned Bitch Queen’s name. “Princess Canis are you up to the task of proving you are the best Human Bitch in the USA?”“I am,” I said confidently, although not believing a word of what I was saying.“How tight is your pussy?” someone shouted.“As small as your cock.”. Who knew, but something was there and she realized as she lay in bed that night if John was thirty years younger and single he would be there in her bed right now. Over the course of the next week he finally asked her out to a dinner. Nothing special, they would both drive separately to the restaurant and have dinner and a couple of beers then go home. They met, ate and talked for a couple of hours then John walked her to her car and he kissed her goodnight only this time it wasn't a peck on. This is how I came to be in my present situation. I went to work for Big Mike the local drug dealer. I was his new boy, his chemist. My job was to make him drugs on a bucket scale. For the last 15 years I’ve worked only with cement so this was a radical job change for me. I can’t say I chose it as much as Mike chose me. It came to a choice of to work for him or die. I decided to take the work. I’ve been working for big Mike for about 6 months now. I haven’t enjoyed it and I really hate him.. She was reading a book I had laying on the night stand. She was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and a tank top. I was impressed she actually had curves in the right places. I walked over to her, leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, “You sleep okay?” She smiled when I kissed her then replied, “Why didn’t you sleep with me?” “I just felt you needed to know, I don’t just want you for sex. That’s all. I mean... I wanted to have sex, but you seemed down last night. You just needed a safe.