The air seemed to be filled with nervous excitement as wetook Richard out of the van. He was still totally zonkedout, with no idea of what was happeni...g to him. We quicklycarried him in through the side door and moved towards theelevator that was just around the hallway corner. As wewaited we suddenly heard the sound of voices approaching.We quickly stood Richard up and pulled the baseball capdown over his eyes as the men approached and noticed."Wow, some party huh? A little early to be in that. Moving quickly, Karen went to the end of the hall and into the living room. There, in the basket Mommy had bought just the other day, were the puppies, Fred and Wilma. Those were funny names! Karen bent down, keeping a firm grip on her dolly, reaching out to wake her new pets."Fred! Wilma! Wake up!"They did, like good puppies. Fred raised his head, eyes opening slowly. On seeing her, though, he sprang up. Wilma was just a moment behind. Knowing there was little time, even if she didn't know HOW. I enjoyed the crunch under my joggers and the unevenness as Jonas offered a supporting arm. He guided me up a nearly hidden track towards the end of the shingles, which opened into a sunny grassed glade. The sun was on my face and I was luxuriating in close male presence as Jonas took my face in his hands and got his tongue flexing into my mouth.My passionate response was pure lust. My hand groped around his man package through his tight jeans. He liked it. I loved it. First kiss, first cock. Meriwether, the head registrar, to be signed.The secretary, dressed like the other men in a long, dark coat, white shirt and floppy tie, was M. Peter Holmes, his muttonchop whiskers now barely an echo of their luxuriant selves. Also at the table was the newly chosen State's Attorney, Spencer C. Jones, a handsome and ambitious one-time Confederate cavalry officer whose pride in his past was unbounded and whose stories attempted to improve it with each telling."Williams," said the clerk in a.