I turn away from the oncoming headlights andtake an acrid puff of smoke from the pipe. In a few minutes, my jaw setsinto a forced smile, and my body ...ingles with a manic energy that demands tobe sated by sex. The gusting Santa Ana winds caress my skin and carry myspirit away from this dingy corner to a jeweled paradise of light and sound.I am a princess on an adventure in the night. I am living a dream that haslurked beneath my consciousness for all of the months that I have beenremolding my. "Sorry about that. First one I grabbed. As it happens, I knit," Susansaid and added, "it was actually one of my first projects." Very pretty," John said.On one side, the side he had been touching, was a soft satin in a pastelpink. The other side a series of soft fluffy yarns knitted intoalternate squares of white and pastel pink. The squares were combinedand attached to the satin to make the blanket, with the entire blanketedged in a delicate soft lace.Oddly, and almost instantly that. .." As entertaining as those stories are, they represent a limited subset of human sexual experience. Young women who have the audacity to follow an older man in a Brooks Brothers suit into a van and a lifetime of good advice be damned generally have the best stories and don't need to be drunk to acquire them.In the van is a kitchenette where I provide the aforementioned cookies, a hot beverage, and occasionally other substances on request. Once I've fulfilled my duties as a host, I eventually. That was the only way Nikki could express it. She had become so busy with helping Bob with the “kennel service” side of helping woman interested in learning the ins and outs (so to speak) of dog-sex. What had started out as a lark for Bob and something Nikki thought would be a rare, if ever, activity for her had turned into something of a lucrative sideline for Bob and had lately kept Nikki hopping from one woman to the next. Who would have thought there was all this latent dog loving just.