The sunlight shone through the tall trees to radiate her pale skin and short blonde hair. The smile upon her face was not meant for anyone but herself... but I took solace that I was a witness to her happiness. She practically skipped down to the pool, the sound of the rushing stream a few paces away, muffling the crunch of her dainty feet upon the forest floor.Was I a pervert or just an overly-attentive young man? I sat down a hundred meters from her, watching as she bent at the knees to cool. I listened to their uninspiring conversation as I played on the deck near by. Then I noticed them for the first time under the table….my aunt’s feet. They were my kind of feet! Very tired looking. Dry, cracked skin on the heels and toes. Her toenails were painted a dark red. Her feet weren’t too big, maybe a size 7, and they she perfect arches. She was dangling her well-worn black sandals. I wanted to lick them. I wanted to suck them. I wanted to smell them. Seeing as I had never had a female. Already the dog knew what it was that he had to do.Carolyn seemed to realize the full seriousness of the situation and to understand exactly what it was that the boys had in mind."NEVER!" she cried, despite the bursting, building lust within her. "NEVER, I TELL YOU!"Carolyn tried to get up but Shep, excited by her shouting, pounced upon his master's new wife, his heavy paws pushing against the soft nakedness of her shoulders, pressing her down once more onto the shag-rugged floor.Tim and Bennie. A few months went by without incident and I thought I was in the clear until one day a package was waiting for her when she came home. She was all smiles as she slashed open the brown shipping box after pulling out a ton a those styrofoam packing peanuts she produced a smaller box. Plastered on the sides and top was "Ghost-Gabber" written in a most ridiculous green font. There was even a crudely drawn ghost floating next to a photo of the Gabber unit.Regan pulled the machine from the box and.