My Dad is the one and only person who always and forever called me LEZ. Dad was generally speaking, a man-of-few-words, but the ones he spoke were alw...ys so full of a deep, soft, gentleness — and just the sound of his voice alone was frequently enough to soothe me. But this poor rabbit was in a real predicament down there. And for the life of me, at age 17, I did not have an inkling of how to go about rescuing him. Dad continued to shine the light on the bunny baby for maybe five minutes, and I. Hence, why this is a story of fantasy, and should not be taken seriously.DISCLAIMER #3: While themes of the story certainly can be dark, I do try to keep things light with a certain "comic book" style. Again keep in mind that this is a work of fantasy and not everything will be fully realistic.Enjoy! Please leave comments on what you want to see next as much of the following chapter is a work in progress. CheersChapter 12 Katee’s PerspectiveWe arrived at the run down strip club in the bad part. "What were you saying?" I asked with a smile. "I couldn't hear you." Just girl talk," Lori replied with a smile.I had Rosie take it to the truck while I grabbed the headboard and went up the stairs. As I placed it in the truck box Rosie reached over and squeezed my arm.”Wow,” she said as she felt my bicep. “You are really strong.””Thank you,” I replied. ”I like to stay in shape.””Do you like his big... muscles, Mom?” she asked as she looked at Lori with a wicked grin on her face.Lori blushed. . Perfect!"He had me take my hairless balls in my fist, gently of course, and pull them down. I wasn't sure why that was sexy, but I guess it was as the skin was drawn tight and it felt kinda good too, actually. I didn't mind. I rolled my balls around carefully, giggling over my shoulder and then trying to look serious, you know, sexy and pouting. I had to look like I was dreaming of some big, strong man watching me, maybe taking my balls in his own hand and massaging them for me, squeezing my.