There was a big cake on the counter - across the top was "Car Killer," in red letters. In the center were two pictures; one of last years wrecked Subu...ban and one of the burnt one from yesterday. I had heard the cafeteria bought one of those computer graphic cake decorating machines that could impose a picture on a cake.All of us had cake with our morning coffee and a good laugh at my expense. They had all seen Hanna's news footage so I connected my phone and let them see the pictures I had. There was much concern from everyone especially Bullion’s owner, Ken. He buzzed and fussed around me apologizing over and over. Dave squeezed himself beside me in the shower, washing me tenderly, especially all the scratches, some quite deep and bleeding from the dog’s claws.When this was done I was laid carefully as if I was a china doll upon the bed and first aid was applied to my wounds.Ken admitted this was not the first time Bullion had attempted this but it definitely would be the last.. Foreplay, which I LOVE, is to work me up but the other side is just a gradual of a slope. Our bodies stay aroused longer. It's torture. You lay there spooning me in post coital bliss while I'm still very aroused all the while knowing it would be fruitless to work you up again." I don't know what you mean..." I know why you don't know what I mean. You can go from seeing a big rack in a v-neck sweater bend over in front of you to spew in the flick of a wrist and usually do." I...uh...", had no. She never mentioned me staring at them before but I know she must have seen me do it. I’d sometimes lay with my face near them just to breath in her scent. Stink is a good thing for one such as myself who so enjoys the scent of a woman’s feet. After years of being under that kitchen table I’ve smelled my share too. Well, anyway, my aunt must have figured that I liked hers since she suddenly began to bend her leg. This brought her soles within inches of my face. I laid on my side, facing her.