That was all about to change.Fancy read my stories as a high school horn dog regularly. I got amused by how much she got taken aback by my material. I...read her facial expression as she was reading. It was as if she was innocent."Chad, you could do this stuff for real," she said, impressed.Looking back at it, they were not that good."Thanks," I replied.I thought about her (and other girls that I showed my early work to). It intrigued me. All the boys I showed my stories to had a different. His friend, Kevin, was younger and they had worked at the same office. Kevin had a larger dog and we sat on his porch out back where his garden was…there we were, two guys, two dogs and one very horny and ready lass. I had expected Jim and I would spend some time at his house but here we were. With me all sexed up on the way to Jim’s, the dogs could smell something was up, and up my dress they both went. I pushed them off. “Bad doggies. Bad.” They looked up with curious looks and I had. I start placing light kisses down your neck following the contours of your spine. ‘Mmmmm,’ you murmur, still half asleep. Stopping my ministrations on your upper back for a moment I whisper gently in your ear ‘ Wake up baby the moonrise is lovely.’ You respond with a sigh as I continue to trail soft butterfly kisses down your spine, making sure I miss none of the bumps of your vertebrae. Stopping only to untie the knot of your halter I continue the journey down your lower back until I reach. “Deacon where are you parked?” I asked into my cell phone.“In a spot where I can see the front door,” he said. “I’ll blink my lights.”I saw him two rows back and six spaces off center. “Parking lot isn’t very full.” I stated.“It’s a high class and very rich crowd I guess,” Deacon said.Deacon and I sat talking about the girls we had known and battles we had fought for the next four hours. His advice about JoJo wall was, If I had even the smallest doubt, run like hell. I had to agree with his.