People would look at him and his drinking ways on Saturday night and wonder about why he always went to church on Sunday morning. Gregg had tried to e...plain it once to friends when he'd been married to his first and only wife. Actually it was her friends as he had few of his own as he was rather socially backward. And it was in the days he was an electrical engineer flying for NASA on shuttle missions, before he became a junk man, a garbage collector. He'd tried to explain to them that he. She blasted out the door and headed for the gate yelling for her dog at the top of her lungs. Lys ran for the wood line.Holy SHIT!! The fucking dog was climbing the goddam ladder! The forgotten binoculars banged against his chest as he stared in terror at the slobbering, growling barking snarling, dangerous looking animal that was again trying to climb the ladder after failing the first time. Garland stood in the fork, hugging the tree and pissing his pants. Now he could hear the bitch. “Oh god,” she said softly. “Are you alright?” he asked, quietly. “Uh, I don’t know,” she said. “I uh think I am.” He reached down and rubbed the side of her body, lightly. She did not stop him. It felt nice. To Theresa, it felt wonderful. He continued rubbing her shoulder and back but she happened to notice his hands were moving around to her sides. Still, she let him continue what he was doing. It all felt really, really relaxing to her. He rubbed, he even caressed her backsides, but then all. To make matters worse, she was in a dire panic to make her water but in such a circumstance she would only be making it all over herself in a most distressful manner. She stopped struggling and calmed her demeanor trying to figure out a way out of the calamity.The next thing she knew a long wet tongue was licking her face which was only a few inches from the ground. She sputtered and checked to make certain it was friendly and then cast her eyes about hoping to see a master not far behind.She.