The evening's host rose. He commanded attention without even raising his voice."Tonight's special guest", he said and smiled in her direction. "La mag...ifique Angélique... ("I blushed in the dark")... has brought us something really extraordinary."He turned towards the stage and gestured. "A hundred and sixty pounds of immaculately trained, iron muscle, clad in shining fur."A modest applause rippled through the room like a brook in a forest. "A magnificent brute guarding his bitch, the amazing. He wished for a moment hecould have helped Johnny today, maybe cleaned his knee for him or gothim something to eat after the game. Chris suddenly felt a strong desireto run and see him right now. He wanted to give Johnny a hug and thankhim for his kindnesslast week.A horn from another car pulled Chris away from his thoughts for amoment. When he returned to his reflections he again looked across hisday and contrasted it with the picture of Johnny. He felt ashamed. Noreal boy would have turned. As I painted her one foot I could feel her toes on the other foot wiggling in my crotch. It was very hard to concentrate on the task at hand as my cock got harder with each wiggle. I finally finished painting her one foot with the bright candy apple red that she had picked out and she moved it off to my side and place her other foot up to be done. Finishing the second foot I sat there wondering how I was going to stand up infront of her with a rock hard cock in my shorts. I'm sure she must have. Bobby remembered the admonition to aim for the horse, not for the man, and squeezed off his first shot. He had levered in a new round before the Indians were aware of being shot at.He had hit the last horse in line in the shoulder, and it dropped immediately and rolled. Bobby did not have time to see the ultimate fate of the rider, but there was no way that he was not injured by the fall. Bobby fired his second shot before the first man stopped rolling across the ground. This time, the bullet.