So close; so close.Something cold touches my crotch.With a startled yelp, I sit bolt upright, equally surprising my brother’s long haired purebred G...rman Shepherd. I blink in a hazy confusion. Normally, he takes his dog with him, but I guess today he had been left behind and was probably hiding in the back yard when I got home. But how the heck... ? Oh, my door wasn’t latched!Trying to catch my breath while gritting my teeth, I chide the mostly black dog like a child. “Max! Bad dog. You know. He messaged me back and told me he wasn't much of a writer, and I assured him I wasn't either! But he asked me to write about and post it so I figured it's a pretty hot experience, why not? I changed his name, but everything else is exactly how he said it happened. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did the first time he told me about it! Barry went to a rock concert with a few friends and they all ended up pretty drunk before the show even started. The opening act was some no name band Barry had. I really can't think of what else I could add; about the only thing that I've done is run a couple of florist shops."Bob read her resume and ate his sandwich. After reading it he started making notes on it and after he had reread it he pushed it toward her. Where she had put that she was the owner of a florist shop he had changed to self-employed running main and branch facilities, He had added that she was a MBA candidate and had listed several goals. He had made several changes in wording. Hesitantly at first. But once out of my hands I actually felt arelief. No more pretending. No more fighting or resisting. The pastwas gone and now there was only the future.Annette remembered what I had forgotten. She took the wallet, andkeys etc. Emptied the contents and put them in a more feminine purse.In turn that was placed into a black leather handbag. She handed thatto me."Just one concession to your past," she said "The bag is solid, sturdyand functional as well as being quite.