I sat them at a large table buy our large projector screen. Tonight’s game was the play offs, Bangles vs. Steelers and everyone was excited. I went...around the table and took everyone’s drink orders, and when I saw him, I couldn’t help but stare. He must have told me his drink order, and when I didn’t rite it down he gave me a friendly smile. My face instantly went scarlet, ‘I’m sorry, what did you say?’ I asked him as I looked down at my note pad, completely embarrassed. He told me his drink. Clutching the bag of magazines to him, terrified unless they should fall, he bustled inside leaving Allison calling after him, "Well, if you do need to chat you can always give me a call. You've got my number." George nodded and waved and hurried indoors.Back in his study he piled the magazines on his desk. He was surprised by how easy he found his task; by how many of the images in the magazines seemed capable of being interpreted from a fetishistic perspective. George soon got into the swing. Maybe coyote, but I’d guess a not too distant ancestor had been a wolf. He’d been living rough; his coat was a little mangy and his ribs were showing. But, knowing Emma, she’d fatten him up, groom him, re-domesticate him.Molly said, “What’s his name, honey?”“Smokey Lonesome.”“Of course it is.”“And Smokey already told me he’s looking forward to California.”When we were still in Little River, back when Rebecca had first started managing the sporting ladies for Mrs. Chambers, she gradually got to. ” ‘Shit’ he thought, how did she know? “Sorry, I never meant to look at you that way.” “Oh.” She sounded disappointed. “I just thought… Well it doesn’t matter.” “Oh no, I wasn’t saying I didn’t want to look at you, I did. I mean, I really did. You’re… fucking hot.” She smiled. “Fancy coming with me? I finish in oh about 5 minutes.” “Yeah, I do.” He waited, she finished what she was doing, grabbed her coat and they walked out into the cold night air together. It was evening, but the November.