.As I get ready for bed, pulling on a loose t-shirt and a pair of shorts,I look at the stuffed giraffe sitting on my chest of drawers, who'sstaring ba...k at me with his big, cartoon eyes. There were some weeks,some months even, when I'd spend every night with one of his legsclamped between my teeth. It didn't help matters then, and it certainlywouldn't right now, but there's a very large part of me that just wantsto spend the rest of the night screaming away my frustrations.When I wake up the. The guy at the other stall stuck a finger through the hole and the guy next to me turned and pushed his prick through, I knew he would be getting a blowjob. I returned outside, my wife asked if anyone was in there because she had to go too and the women's was closed for the winter. The guy from the center stall came out and went away. In a sudden mischievous impulse I said I didn't think so but the center stall was the only toilet that worked and told her to just go right into that stall and. All I've had to do was butcher it," I said."Well, we field dressed it," Bev said.They were up to us by now. I could see the skin of the animal on the plywood platform, held to the dolly with a bungi cord."Hey, Hon," I said to my wife. "Are you going to be OK waiting for this or do you want something to eat in the meantime?" I should be OK. I had a couple of these," she said, holding up a half-eaten energy bar."How about the rest of you? It's probably going to take a few hours to cook this. Do. .Come on, what was my name again?!I tried to speak but no sound came from my lips. I blushed again, praying hard that I could remember my name. This woman had bewitched me. She wanted to make me into a hypnotized idiot so she could enslave me and she was succeeding at it...Hmm, that would be so hot I thought suddenly then quickly felt like a fool. I still had not told her my name. My brain was still acting like a primal ape trying to learn how to beat away the lion with a stick. “A-Ad-Adam,” I.