I announce, "Okay we're done." Yasmeen, turns and walks toward the house and I continue, "Yasmeen, where the hell are you going? Get back in formation..."She glares, flips me off, keeps walking so I command, "Sharik, fetch!"Sharik goes after her like crazy - he runs in front of her, growls and snaps. She screams, and runs back into line as everybody else laughs.I state, "I was proud of most of you today except for two and I want to give those of my team that did a good job a kiss."Liz complains,. The temptation was to break it in half and post two chapters instead of one, as you can tell common sense won out. My thanks as always go to SouthPacific for his editing. ******* I still remembered the day I first noticed the girl, in my first week at college. Dianne Barrett was her equal in my old high school: she could be alone when she started walking along a corridor, but would always have someone magnetically attached by the time she had got to the other end. Sadly, being a geek meant that. . or the dress. No bodies or human remains of any sort were ever recovered from the ruins of the house. By the time the fire had burned itself out, there was nothing left but a thin layer of fine, gray ash, confined mostly within the four rows of bricks which held the house slightly off the wet ground.Not finding the bodies was probably best. That prevented an argument as to where to bury the couple. Her family was part of the elite of Natchez. His pedigree was from the other side of the river. But this isn’t a dream.Alan reaches down as his conscious mind begins to take over more from the subconscious’ grip of it. His hand brushes along a head and right away he knows he is getting a morning blowjob. What could be better than that? He places his hand over the head and helps to try guiding it so that the tongue on his balls doesn’t stop. But the more this goes on and the more his sense of touch improves, he realizes that there is something wrong. The tongue bathing his balls so.