It was probably three a.m. when Rachel came in and kissed me on the neck and whispered, "Come to bed." I crawled in and she spooned herself against my...back and I slept, then, until the alarm went off.Someone shut it off. I opened an eye and Shannon knelt above me, asking, "What do I do for you? Do I suck you? I don't know how. Rache? Help!" You settle down and come down here and snuggle up for a few minutes -- there is no need to get excited," I replied. "You back that bubble butt of yours. .. And he says he wants to see me with a dog. I have sex with men for him, I have sex with a dog for him ... I don’t care...”Yureed takes over. “She says it is for me, but I know she likes it ... She looks out of the window at everyone with a dog ... At first I think she’s looking at the men ... Then she starts talking about the dogs ... She doesn’t know the breeds, so she says ‘there is a Casanova outside’ or ‘I see a Dino over the road’ – all she knows is your show.” He smiles again. “And I. You mind,” she asked in total earnest. “Oh, yeah. No problem,” I told her. I didn’t give it a second thought. She wasn’t kidding. The place was huge, and so was the parking lot. Of course it was set way off the road several hundred yards, only accessible by a narrow drive. Honestly, I wouldn’t have wanted to be there alone either at a full foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier. So I waited while she wrapped up, and walked her to her car while we exchanged comments about teams that played. Lift your hips, Mr Leigh.” Sighing, he did as he was told. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Or worse, maybe it would. He closed his eyes as he felt her undo his belt, and pull down his trousers and sensible Y-fronts. He was glad he’d put fresh ones on, at least, and he sank back into the chair.“Oh my,” she purred. “You’re not so little after all, are you? But I see I haven’t excited you yet. No matter. Now look at the screen.”He did. He saw his poem, “Passion Ablaze” sitting benignly before him,.