Perhaps it was a desire to escape the shadows that haunted all Dreamaway’s family’s hopes and dreams. Dreamaway’s people were from the hills of ...estern North Carolina, and by that I mean not from a small town, nor even a smaller village, no, Dreamaway was born and had come of age inside a thirty-something foot long mobile-home on land that might have been called a farm were it not for the fact that most of the land was too steep and rocky to walk across. The family’s farm had been, for all of. All I wanted was to feel him inside me. And it was pure bliss. I had read romance novels, and I had let Tony rub me off a time or two, but this was…different. It was like nothing I’d ever felt. As he pummeled inside me, I could feel the orgasm building, and when it let loose, it was like a dam bursting. I clung to Tony, my nails digging into his back. ‘Yes…baby I love when you do that.’ he stammered between moans. And then all of a sudden, his whole body began to buck wildly and I dug my nails. Just listen. My—Brown—Dog. We’ll start with My. Funk and Wagnall’s English Dictionary (copyright date unknown…) states: Adj. or Int. A possessive form of I, of me, belonging to me, belonging to one’s self, that I have, hold (in sickness or in health, till death we do part), or possess…blah blah blah blah… You understand the meaning of the first part, right? Good. We’ll move on. But let me stress why he’s mine. Well, simply, because I found him. I discovered him! Yes! And, most importantly,. “That was a great night, girl,” I said. She snickered.“I think that I can agree with your assessment pretty much unconditionally,” she said.“Hmm, would it be too bold of me to ask you to move in with me?” he said.She pulled two white coffee cups out from the cupboard above the sink and set them down on the sink. “Move in with you?” she said.“Yes, I’d pay the rent and you’d be the boss,” I said, joking.“Hmm, David, I don’t—oh what the hell, yes,” she said. My smile was a mile wide I was.