And shit, my toe hurt._______________________Sighing, I set down my drink. "Okay. But what if -- " No, the dog anus will be fine. It's just about how ...he spaghetti rolls into the G-spot. Also, do you count to 17 and think in fractional algorithms when you masturbate?"Silently I stared at the ripped man before me, a little zoned out. Gawd this was still impossible. No, fictional. What kind of cliched hogwash was I starring in right now?"Never, haven't you." He tossed an apple core. It landed in. The next day, he found that his hands were sweating as he knocked on her sister’s door in the evening.Misha: "Come in, Rahul” she said in a fine romantic voice.When he pushed the door open, the sight that greeted him started that weird butterfly feeling in his stomach. Her green saree and blouse were lying on the floor. Misha was standing at the foot of the bed where her baby was sleeping, facing him. She was wearing her saree’s petticoat and a red bra that looked right out of that. You know that animal with a snout and pointy ears anda tail and paws. I was one of them now."You're a dog," he said."That's obvious. But why?" It must be the game. It said one of us would be dammed until the gameis over.." Why did you want to play that stupid game." You're the one that wanted to play it. I said we shouldn't." You should have stopped me." And when could I ever stop you before?"I laid on the floor and put my paws over my eyes. Taylor was niceenough to pet me, and I liked when he. Yes, please ..." I'm bi-sexual. I have been for a long, long time. I like women every bit as much as men. Maybe more. With the exception of you, of course."He said nothing."Have you ever fantasized about two women together?"A soft, "Yes."It was getting easier for him to admit intimate things. He was opening, slowly, but he was opening. "And we are going to have a contest." A contest? What do you mean? What does that have to do with your secret?" A contest."A contest to see which one of us gets.