“He used to talk me into ‘playing’ with family dog. Wanking it off until it got hard, for a laugh. After a while he’d get me to do it when his...friends were there, again, ‘just for a laugh’, ‘nothing serious’ ... Then one day he starts insisting that I suck the dog off infront of his friends ... And I was a bit drunk, and I didn’t want to let him down, and I suppose I liked the attention, so I did it. Within weeks he had me having full sex with the dog – sometimes with his mates there. ”“So, I haven’t seen you here before last night. Are you new around here?” She asked as she received her drink.“I am new to the area, in a sense.”“Oh? What sense do you mean?” she replied.“I moved in nearby about six months ago.”“So, where are you from?” I told her the town I lived in as she took another sip from her drink. “I never been there,” she replied. “So, how do you like it here?” She asked.“It is a bit different from home. But I like it so far,” I said.We chatted for a few more. Why had he said such a thing?His mother smiled. "That's a great idea Barb!" His mother gushed. "I'll bet the boys would go nuts. There's something about a sexy little girl look that drives men insane, right Drew?" Uh, sure mom, I guess so." Drew shrugged, unsure of how he'd escaped certain ridicule for his suggestion but not willing to push his luck.After a moment's thought Barb agreed. "Thanks Drew, I can't wait to see how the guys at the dance react when they see me. Maybe I'll carry a big. There was a killer in her house! She rang the door bell twice, and in the few seconds that passed when no one answered the door, she began to pound on it. There was a yipping from inside, and Brenda hoped she had woken someone up. She stopped pounding on the door when she herd locks being turned. Finally the door opened up and an elderly woman who seemed quite annoyed stood there in her bathrobe and slippers. ‘Well what is it? Where is the fire?’ She demanded. ‘Ma’am, I am so sorry to wake.