It was dark in his father's garage that summer, dark enough that my memory fails to conjure his face, but it vividly recalls the scent of his sweat an... sex, and the tactile contours of his cock.I remember his soft whispers in my ear, asking me if I would, if I could, do this unnamed thing. The word remained unsaid, but I knew what he wanted. I remember the sound of my zipper sliding down, the sound of his pants, heavy with wallet and keys, hitting the concrete. I remember the soft. Mmmmm I love looking at him. He got in and I immediately swam over to give him a smooch...and to pretend like I was a damsel in distress so he could hold me. Hugging, lead to kissing, lead to roaming of the hands under water. Only his Nana was home and she was inside with the dog...I felt as though we were the only ones in a three mile radius. I could tell he was getting horny; his eyes lose focus and breathing speeds up a bit. Just to make sure, I gently ran my hand across the front of his. „Jé, ahoj,“ vypískla Sára, „přisedni si ke mně, jestli chceš. Jak se máš?“ pobídla ho.„No, pořád je lepší dělat pokusného králíka tady, než otroka tam dole, na Zemi, ne?“ odpověděl mladík a usedl na volnou židli, „a jak se vede tobě?“ zeptal se.„Taky si nestěžuju, po nikom na Zemi se mi nestýská a pochybuji, že mě tam někdo postrádá,“ odvětila Sára. Chlapec jakoby nebyl překvapen.„Takže ty taky na Zemi nikoho nemáš,“ poznamenal. „Nejspíš je nás tu takových většina, jak jsi přišla o rodinu?“. They actually have a program here in Antigonish that could teach our dog “Jiggy” how to talk.’ ‘That’s amazing!’ his Dad says ‘How do I get Jiggy in that program?’ ‘Just send him in here with $1200,’ the young lad says, ‘I’ll get him in the course.’ So his father sends the dog “Jiggy”and $1200.About two-thirds through the semester, the money again runs out. The young lad calls home.‘So how’s Jiggy doing, son?’ his father wants to know.‘Awesome! Dad, he’s talking up a storm. But you just won’t.