We were spending so much time beating each other up that I finally said, "You know what we need to do? We need to kill each other in a story. I'm goin... to write a parody of 'Conflicted, ' and you do one of mine."I have many more stories here than he does, so I'm not sure which one he'll choose, though I'm reasonably certain that he'll primarily target my collection of "Summer" stories.We want to let the editors and all our readers know right up front that these stories we're submitting today. I'm looking for a place that is protected from the wind but that gives the sun, I see a site but is next to the main step. I enter a little in the bushes, I don't walk much when I find a space, a small "valley" that is protected on two sides by a dune (maybe a couple or three meters high) and a third by bushes (if someone appears will be front), "here I stay" I tell myself.I drop the bag, take out the towel, take off my sneakers, the T-shirt, the top part of the bikini, the pants and the bottom. I ducked myhead under and could see that she had her legs wide open and her dresspulled up. She was gently tugging and caressing her cunt lips as she ownedup to fucking the dog. What a woman!I told her to use both her hands to stretch her lips wide and open hercunt up and let some of her smell out. Then I kicked the dog so he startedto get up. He couldn't stand properly under the table but he could standenough to get his head, and more importantly his tongue, between my lovelywife's thighs so. ’ Jeron nodded in understanding and stepped aside. Sere’s gray eyes were wide in shock as the world seemed to break apart and reassembled itself into something that had the trappings of the familiar, but was twisted like the image from a funhouse mirror. The bizarre nature of what she just watched transpire was enough to grant her lucidity, She didn’t know what was happening, she just knew she had to leave. ‘I don’t understand what’s going on with either one of you but I’m leaving.’ She turned.