Even while she pondered the matter, her desire for sex rose. The dog looked more powerful to her than she had realized; his haunches bulged with reser...e strength and drive, and his forequarters seemed to have been designed broad and deep for the purpose of hugging a mate to his belly.As if sensing something unusual in her study, he faced her with forepaws widely planted, head cocked, and an inquisitive expression in his eyes."Oh, what the hell!" she exclaimed loudly. "Why not? Come on, Soldier!. Instead I treated myself to bottle of Pomerol and sat down to read a book I’d picked up the same time as I’d purchased ‘Mort’. It was an autobiography of Roy Keane (a soccer player), though not a favourite of mine, I did respect what he’d done in the game, and has he’d played for the unique genius that was Brian Clough, I thought it worth a read. About half past eight and a half of the bottle, the doorbell rang. I assumed it was my daughter and was ringing in case I had company, or more likely. "I was so glad to get off the subject that I didn't notice how quickly she changed it. I should have figured out something was up. Les doesn't give up on a subject that makes me squirm without being forced to.Relieved, I asked her what she wanted.'This is hard for me, Big Brother. But you said you wanted to know when I hurt." What do you need, Les?" My butthole is a little sore. Could you put some of that ointment on me?" Sure. There's no reason for you to be embarrassed about it."I got the. After we catch our breath, I lay between my sisters as they snuggle against me.“I love you two, I’m the luckiest brother in the world,” I say as I hear snoring.They fell asleep.It is 4am and I wake a grumpy Jenny. Hey, she’s the one that wants to know the truth and I plan to finish at Camp Zion. I want to get her home in enough time to have her birthday bash on Friday.I lock up the house, get Jenny and our bags loaded in the car, and off we go. Jenny leans back and goes back to sleep.I really.