The Room
The Room - M/M, Semi-NC - August 19, 2005 By SwampRat with help from Starlight Fox (cl) 2005 Gay Furry Association Version 1.1 Just a daydream about what might happen if I ever went to a convention, along with a thanks to someone who came to visit me once in a while He was drunk. Well, Drunk enough. Enough not to care Who he took to his room. Tonight, He was going to get laid! He was sober enough to be picky. Which was easy as nobody had approached him - A somewhat skinny skunk. He had come to the convention because he was tired of on-line romances that went nowhere. Chatroom jerk-off sessions were fun.. But he wanted Real skin to touch. Real moans and growls.. Hell, even his dildo wasn't doing it for him anymore. Damn.. Now he was drunk And horny... Ah well. Might as well go back to his room and jerk-off.. Then cry. Or cry then jerk-off. Someone took the seat next to his. Someone with a Belly. His first thought was 'Ugh. Fatso.' And it shamed him. Here he was on his third - And probably his Last night here. No one had offered him an evening of bliss. Or even a quickie. He barely got a 'Hi', most of the furs already having friends and lovers they wanted to see. The few males that Did check him out, scared him more than excited him. They had studs Where?!? He wasn't interested in being collared and licking someone's boots. So it was either Fatboy or Nothing. He already had his fill of nothing. What's the worst that could happen - He has a small cock and they end up talking about food all night. Beats sitting alone. So what's he drinking.. Soda. That's It? His hand ends up on a big thigh somehow. How did.. Nevermind. Hey - There's muscle under that fur. "Hello." What? Oh. Ummmm... "Hi." Lame. Lame. Lame. At least he hasn't pushed your hand away, or hit you. So are you a Man or a.. Mephit? 3 days you waited for someone to touch. So touch him.. Why is the room spinning? Urk. "Are you ok?" What a stupid question! No - The room is spinning around and I want to grab your dick, and if the room doesn't stop I am going to hurl all over your feet and you will think I am some kind of weirdo and I will have to drag my sorry ass up to my room alone.. Again. Room Number? Oh, My room number. 37.. Strong arms grip his shoulders, help him get off the stool. Hell, if he had known to pick-up guys all he had to do was get drunk... Is that elevator Ever going to get here! The dizziness passed, and his stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten in a while. Maybe he would get lucky and get something long and thick and.. *Proing* Oh crap. John cursed himself for not wearing a longer shirt.. And for the heat of the day, making him wear these shorts. At last! No.. Nonononononono - 'Let's Get Physical', Muzak Style. 3rd floor? Oh Right. My Room. Gods, Let the hallway be empty. It was semi-empty. And the couple was nice enough not to make any comments.. Of course they were too busy groping each other to notice much anyway. Roomcard.. Roomcard.. Get the damn thing in - The other way. In the room - Safety! The skunk let out a sigh of relief.. Then eeped as a hand squeezed his butt. He was a lot less drunk now, and regretting his decision. Except - The hand felt pretty good on his butt. He shivered.. And it moved to his forehead, to see if the male had a fever. "You feel alright.. Maybe you should lie down." A moment ago John wasn't sure he wanted the canine in his room. Now he was afraid that was all the male was going to do.. Pat his hand, get a cool damp towel for his head.. Oooooo. Nice ass - If a bit big. And he walked funny.. Like something was wrong with his leg. Of course it made that male-butt wriggle.. The shirt went flying after a moments tussle, leaving.. Dammit! He had to get these shorts off.. His dick was already out, and his nuts hurt! Ahhhhh. Much better.. Down his legs, off his feet, on the floor. He would pick them up later. A chuckle made him jerk his head around. "Now I don't know where to put this.." The big male stood in the bathroom doorway, a damp towel in his hand. John wanted to crawl into a hole. Wanted to scream. Wanted those hands caressing him. Summed it all up with a 'Squeak'. White fur.. The canine had white fur. And Blue eyes. The cloth came down over his head and eyes and he sighed, feeling the bed move under the other male's weight. Then his hands that had been trying to cover his erection, flew to his head as demons tried to open his skull with a dull chisel. "Unnnnhhhh.... My Head!" A chuckle and a hand rubbing his belly made everything worse. His head pounded, his cock throbbed and his stomach did flip-flops. "I think they keep aspirin in the cabinet. Need anything else?" Lube! Your hand on my dick! My head to stop hurting so I can think!!! An eternity later, He was being helped up, And a cool glass of water was put in his paw, Along with a couple of tablets. "I think you must have gotten too hot." What?! "The rooms are air-conditioned. Going from hot to cold too fast will get to you." Oh. For a moment there... A finger slid up his shaft and he tried to snort what was left of the water. Coughed.. Sputtered. Dropped the glass in favor of keeping that strong hand between his legs as it moved away. Moved them apart a little so the male could get a better grip on his nuts. Gods that felt so good, He curled his toes. Didn't care what water was left splashed his chest... Didn't see the other hand take the glass and put it on the side-table. "Afri.." Huh? Oh Names.. Wasn't there an author named.. ? Nah. Wouldn't happen.. "John.." John Rojatownski, skinny, desperate skunk. A thumb traveled up and down his cock, making him shiver again, lying back, hand on the big arm. How strange.. He had this big belly, yet all this muscle. The hand shifted, squeezed his balls, and slid a finger between his cheeks. Oh Yessss! A little more.. A little more.. Please? "How do you like to play?" Wha.. ? His heart skipped a beat. Play... As in foreplay? Sexplay? More than just a few minutes of play? Except for on-line he hadn't Done much playing. Suddenly the towel was removed from his head and snapped open. Put on his belly.. Then fingers gripped his dick and Squeezed! Stroked him fast.. Slow. Teased the tip, caressed the base. All the while those eyes were watching his face.. Occasionally sliding down to his crotch, but always returning. John screamed when he came. So much stronger than when he whacked off by himself. And sneakier too - No warning. Just Spurt, Spurt, Spurt all over the towel. *WHAM* Between the ears. Oh Man.. That was... The hand wasn't stopping. It continued to frig his dick, to rub the head.. To make his jizz pump out until.. When he could see again, he was whimpering.. This time the hand Was gone. His nuts ached like they hadn't in ages. The smell of hot male was all over him. Then fingers were on his feet! He screeched, laughed, moaned softly. Opened his eyes.. Well - Not so short. Average in length, but Thick. The male knelt on the bed, put his legs on the furry shoulders.. Kept rubbing those legs up and down, raking blunt claws under his fur, across his skin.. He moaned again, getting hard as the hands reached his butt. Squeezed it firmly, toyed with it. Teased his hole. "You have a cute butt.. Bony but cute." The skunk shivered, gripping the sheets, waiting for the hot flesh to impale him.. Which it didn't. It did slide across his cheeks, then press itself in the valley between, being held open by strong fingers. He squeezed his butt together, feeling the cock throb, and flex, trapped.. Dribbled a little hot liquid as he squirmed, tail lifting up to caress the fat balls. His own were rubbed against the furry belly, while the hands moved around to attack his ribs. Squealing and giggling, John fended off the fingers as best he could.. Panted as they slid across his chest to tease his nipples.. Rub his soggy chest fur. Hands gripped his wrists.. Held him pinned as teeth pressed into a bump, tugged on it gently, kissed it.. Sucked on it. Then the other one was also ravaged.. And all the while his butt was wrapped around the doggy-cock, feeling it throb.. Move back and forth in his crack. Not quite long enough to touch his aching anus. 'Tease...' "Afril.." The tongue on his nipples stopped. "Afri.." "Afri - Please take me." John looked into the blue eyes, begging.. Trying to move his rump to entice the male. "Stick my dick in your Butt? Ewww.." The skunk laughed. Pushed his head up to kiss the thin, but soft lips. "You Sure now? I don't cum easily. But I do tire out pretty fast." 'Fat and lazy..' Then bit his lip in shame when the reason came out of that so kissable muzzle. "Arthritis is crippling me. Bad hearts run in the family, as does big bellies. But I didn't let you seduce me so I could tell you my heath problems.." The skunk was pushed up a little more and he felt the pointed head rubbing his opening.. Pushing in, and he stiffened.. Made himself relax. Moaned even louder as it slid past his ring of muscle, opening it for the shaft. Gods! It was bigger than his dildo.. And it was so Hot. He felt it cling to his insides, dribble some pre. Push in deeper, making him arch and shove back as best he could.. Fingers on his own cock made him screech, squeak, bounce up and down.. Shoot his load - What there was of it, 3 times in one day was a bit much for the poor guy. Felt a leg being moved... Leave it In! Leave it In! Sighed softly when all the canine did was move him so they could lay side-by-side. Wow! Sure he had read about doing this with his lover - Online. But imagining it and feeling it was two completely different things! The arm his head lay against, the afterglow of his orgasm, the smell of his semen on his belly, his chest.. Dripping on the sheets as the hand teased him, making him yeep and shove back on the fat cock. Moan as it slid deeper, pushing against his prostate, a plug that drooled hot liquid inside him. Teeth softly nibbled along his ear and he gasped, his nuts moving against the hand that gripped them, tugged then down, making his shaft very hard. A finger teased his cock-tip and he squealed, screeched, tried to get away from the pleasurable torture.. To no avail. His somewhat bushy tail flicked over the firm male's rump, squeezing it a little, the base pressed tight against his back, wedged there by the big furry belly he was falling in lust with. Went to sleep, holding the strong arm his head lay against, pulling it away from his dick. One last wriggle to push as much of that canine meat inside him as he could get and passed out. * * * * Woke to an aching ass, the smell and feel of dried cum on his belly. Ah, Hell! Not even a good-night kiss. And he knew exactly where he wanted to kiss that mutt... Wait - Was that the shower? John gingerly got up, cursed as hair got pulled where he had been glued to the sheet. Padded as quietly as he could to the bathroom door. Flung it open... Empty. Shit. Well, It Had been fun.. And neither of them made any promises. But Damnit... It still hurt. A knock on the door. "Maid Service. Clean towels, sheets.." Eeeeeek! OhCrapOhCrapOhCrapOhCrapOhCrapOhCrapOhCrap... He jerked his shorts on, Ripped the sheet off the bed, Got the towel and wrapped them together. Ran over and pulled the window open the full inch it would go, hoping to air the room out a little.. Opened the door, and got a bored look. The tigress had seen it all, heard it all, smelled it all. She still managed a smile.. So the skinny little skunky got his rocks off. Ah, it would come out in the wash.. It always did. But not before lots of sniffing, and some licking - To pre-treat the stain of course. He took the clean sheets and towels and closed the door in a hurry, making the feline smile a little wider. Tomorrow the convention was over, and many a sheet would be tasted. The next one was a few days after.. Maybe she would get better tips then. The Gayboys were cute, but none of them made passes at her. On to the next room. While inside Number 7, John gasped.. Made the bed. Sat on the clean sheets, shaking his head. Hey, at least he got some. Not nearly enough, But some. Next time he was going to get a phone-number, an eletter address.. Something. His stomach growled again and he sighed, reaching for the Roomcard. No way he was calling room service.. And found a note instead. 'Went to get sandwiches. Be back soon. With Lube - You are a little tight, Sexy.' Jerked his suitcase out of the closet.. He didn't pack any Lube? All that was in the Traveller was a couple of changes of underwear, a long pair of pants - Way Too Hot - A suit he never wore, and his sleeping mask. Getting it out, He lay on the bed. Like a blindfold, He had never thought it particularly sexy.. Until now. It meant trusting his partner - A wolf-like male who had slept buried in his butt. Who was hopefully returning with food. Who he dearly wanted to seduce in every way a skunk could. 'Just a little while longer. Just a little while.. Crap!' He jerked the mask off and flung it on the bed. Time stood still like Xmas night, When all you could think about was presents... He had a present coming - When the damn guy got back... Sighed, massaged his aching nuts. Pulled the shorts off, got up and tossed them in the bathroom sink. "Yuk." Washed them out as best he could, wrung them out and laid them on the towelbar.. Now he was stuck here until they dried. He was stuck anyway - Afri had the card. Afri.. Afri.. He sat on the pot, mulling the name over. Probably not His. He laughed - His last name wasn't Rojatownski, he was just a big Mad Max fan. Of course the clerks don't care who you are, long as you pay your bill. In Full. Flushed, Waited.. Got in the shower. None of that 'Flush the Toilet and Boil the Newbie' for him! "Need a hand with that?" A paw slapped his rear and he Eeeped, coming up on his toes. Something cold touched his hole and he arched again, tail coming down.. Until a finger slid in, rubbing, touching, teasing him. And it went up in the classic '?' shape. The finger slipped out, but the red-hot cock-head that made him moan, entered him much more easily now that it was lubed, being pushed deep. John groaned, putting his paws on the wall, still up on his toes, feeling every throbbing inch slide into his ass. Something stopped it from going in any further.. And it sure wasn't the panting skunk! Curious, He reached down and felt the round 'knobs' that made up a canine knot. Squeezed them and got a ragged moan. Squeezed again and got his ear bitten. "Hey!" "Hands back on the wall, Stud - Unless you want to use one of them to jerk on your dick while I take you.." Stud? He was a.. Oh Gods! Big balls slapped his butt as the wolf pulled out a few inches and Thrust back in to those knobs. The skunk clawed at the tiles, biting his lip to keep from screaming.. The cock wasn't long, but it was Fat and it pounded his ass with strong hard strokes.. That didn't last nearly long enough. Ah, Come on! Just a few more times mashing his prostate.. Please? The woof was wheezing and gasping in his ear, a strong hand wrapping around his waist. "Sorry.. *Pant* I Can't.. *Wheeze*" John turned and gave the wolf a deep, hungry kiss. Put that strong hand on his cock and stroked it. Felt something strange inside.. He was Needed. This big male Needed him. He closed his eyes, and Squeezed the maleness inside his rear.. Felt it spasm, dribble pre. Moaned himself as he pushed his dick through the clinging fingers, Shoved back to impale himself. Forward, letting the cock slide reluctantly out, but groaning at the tingle along his dick and balls. Back, to feel it swell and pulse.. Out, In. In and Out. The the male stiffened behind him.. Grabbed his cock, Bit his neck.. Hey! That Hurt.. Hurts... The skunk could feel the base-ball sized knot pressing his anus in.. Demanding to be inside. No! Ow! Stop, You Bastar.. Then the ceiling came down. Or something like that. Because all of a sudden he was floating over his body. He could still kinda feel the fat knot trying to rip him open. Could feel his cock flexing as it did it's best to spew his seed, while deep inside his back-passage A thicker, hotter liquid splattered his insides, coated his intestines. 'He - He is Cumming. Inside Me.' That is usually what happens when a male sticks his cock in your butt and slides it in and out.. He laughed at the absurdity of it all.. The half growled words. The mangled feelings that were being shared by 2 males in rut. The smell of wet fur... Wet fur? Oh. The shower was on. Paws caressed his front, rubbing his neck, his chin. He must have said something, because the woof whispered, "I have no intensions of taking it out." The skunk slumped against his lover, feeling relief.. Then Pain as his abused tail-hole cussed him out. Let it.. He had a cock in him for the - Wow, Second time in his life, And he intended to enjoy it as long as possible. John followed the fingers as the trailed down his belly to his crotch, panting as his half-hard dick was caressed, his nuts teased.. He reached behind him and Grabbed the big ass, squeezing it.. Got a moaned, "I am a Wolf, Not a rabbit." Laughed and wriggled his butt into the the male's crotch, let the water wash over him until it got too cool for his liking. Sighed, pulled back, until the semi-hard dick slid out of him. Turned and Kissed his lover again. Got out, helped the still panting male out as well. Stood and got dry - With some help and lots of mutual fondling. Food.. Next to that big dick, he really wanted a sand... Dropping the towel on the floor John looked at the feast on the bed. "I didn't know what you liked, so I got a little of everything." It was a Party Tray - All kinds of meats and cheeses and breads and stuff.. A large ice cooler held all kinds of soda. Eeped when something warm and moist was stuffed under his tail, and he murred.. A caring lover as well as a rough one. He sat on the bed, not caring if it got a damp spot.. It was going to get a Lot more after he got through eating! Let the woof put together a sandwich for him. Ate it with a blissful smile. And another. And another. And... He was full way too soon. One last long gulp of soda and he lay on the bed, full and content. Well, almost. Reached over and toyed with the furry sheath. Felt the penis inside grow as he pulled it back, sitting up so he could get a better look. Watched it swell, felt the knobs as they popped out, holding the sheath behind them. Gently caressed the fat maleness, the still full balls. It did make a difference when they were someone elses.. "You ate quite a bit.. If I had known you were That hungry, I would have offered my dick for you to munch on." That so strong hand was caressing his tummy.. And He was getting sleepy... No! It wasn't Fair! Couldn't quite manage to stifle a yawn. "It's not that big.." John sputtered, laughed. yawned again. Yeeped as the now cool cloth was gently removed from under his tail, showing some sticky spots but no blood. The wolf put a lid on the tray, closed the widow, rinsed out the cloth, and returned to lay beside the sleepy skunk. "Lay your head on my chest.." John did so, sighing softly. A big hand gripped his butt and he giggled, feeling it rub and squeeze and caress his rear. Fell into the sleep of the exhausted. Woke a couple of times to snag something off the tray, use the toilet. Bit his lip again - Damn! Anal sex Hurt.. Good thing he wasn't a virgin. The scary part was, he wanted that cock deep in him again. Making him gasp and moan and sparking orgasms.. He wondered about that knot. How long before it went down? Minutes? Hours? A Day? Mmmmmm.. Lying beside his lover, locked flesh to flesh.. What would he say? John wasn't the greatest talker. But he could rub his back into his lover's chest. Reach around to feel the wolf's butt.. Maybe stick a finger in - *Proing* What?! Oh yeah? How about some cold water you traitor.. Yiieeeee! Drying his crotch off, the skunk lay back down, and snuggled up to the big male, Noting again, his fur was whitish.. And the skin at the tip of his sheath was black. And the woof squirmed when he kissed it. Deeply inhaled his smell.. Popped the furry thing in his muzzle and fell asleep, head on the big belly, drooling as he sucked on the shaft as it slid out from it's holder.. Barely feeling the paw on his ears, or the teeth on his butt. * * * * Woke up with his thumb in his mouth, and no sign of any hunky male. The clock said 9ish.. He had to be out by 11 or pay for another day. Damnit! John smacked his fist down on the side-table.. No note, no message, no nothing! He waited a year to come here, and got a night's worth of pleasure out of it. Rubbed his sore hand, grimacing. Well - He did get that much. Better than nothing... Got up, dragged himself into the bathroom. Touched the wall where so much had happened. Showered.. His tail-hole twinged as he stuffed a couple of fingers in it. Gonna have to practice with that dildo a little... The idea of that big wolf, holding him against the shower wall, shoving his dildo in and out of him while making him jerk off... John damn near passed out, trying to paint the shower wall white. Somehow got it cleaned off, got out, dried, dressed, and got his stuff packed. Leaned over and smelled the bed.. Was tempted to steal the sheet, just so he could smell the musky odors.. But he left it. Found a single white hair. Wanted to stomp on it, but he clutched it to his chest instead. Let out the sobs he had held in.. Then wiped his eyes. Hey, he had some fun. It was just a Con thing. It wasn't like they were lovers or anything like that... They hadn't even talked all that much.. Had they? He couldn't remember. John put the hair in his pocket. At least he would have Something besides a painful butt to remember this trip with. Laughed, shook his head. Took one last look around. Went out and down to the desk, turned in his Roomcard, got a taxi to the airport. Kept his mind on work, on taxes.. Anything but that Hot dog cock. Because every time he thought about the shower, Or the bed.. Or how those paws felt roaming over his body - His dick popped out of his shorts. Traitor... * * * * The long drive helped cool him down, The house the same as when he left it.. Except for the soggy papers on the lawn - Sprinklers! Crap.. Got a rake and tossed them into the trash. Got the mail from the box he left in front of the door - Bills, crap, junk. The usual. Unpacked, Peeled out of his clothes, tossed them and the still damp underwear in the washer. preferring to go naked - At least until the wash was done. Maybe a shower. The skunk stands in front of the mirror, rubbing his chest, letting a hand slide down to his sheath, cock already half-way out. Mmmmm - John always enjoyed that part of him. Not skinny at all, a nice pawful of hard meat. Stepping in, he runs his paw over the glass door. So much like... His hand grips his throbbing meat, red in contrast to his dark sheath fur. How nice it looked against the white one of his - Hopefully - Lover's. Oh Shit! Jumped out, ran to the laundry, and salvaged the hair from his shirt pocket, smoothing it out to dry on the kitchen counter. Shakes his head.. It was just a hair. And he was just a love-bitten skunk. Got back in the shower, and teased his nipples, toyed with his nuts.. Wishing he had grabbed his toy, the mephit scratches at the tiles as he spreads his legs, jerking off slowly at first.. Enjoying the feel of his fingers on his hot flesh. Then faster, working his hard dick roughly.. Wanting to feel the burn. "Oh.. Oh Yes! Stick it in me.. Fuck me. Harder.. Harder!" His orgasm sends him to his knees, arches his back, head bumping his raised tail. Damn, it would be nice to have someone to lay back against like he did yesterday.. Panting, John squats, looking at his semen, now dribbling down his stalk, coating his nuts in white sticky liquid. Grins - One damn shower scene and he is hooked. Gets up, and washes, careful of his now sensitive dick.. Still very hard. One Night. One friggin night, and he is a schoolcub with a crush on his teacher. He's not That old... And I am not that young any more. John finished washing, dried, grunting when he gripped his nuts. Still not empty? Tossed the towel in the hamper, Rummaged through the refrigerator, sat in a - Cold! - chair, and sighed.. It just wasn't fair - Got on Webnet.. Who knows maybe someone could screw his blues away - If only for a while. *Mailbox has 1 message with attachment. Read?* What the heck.. He still laughed when he opened up those 'Breast Enhancement' ads.. 'He was drunk. Well, Drunk enough. Enough not to care Who he took to his room. Tonight he was going to get laid! He was sober enough to be picky. Which was easy as nobody had approached him - A somewhat skinny skunk.' What The Hell?!? -> You talk in your sleep. You also snore - Except when you have a dick in your mouth. As to How I found you? -> Putting your email addy on your business card is a good way to get spammed. -> Afril Ta Pakra - Enough wolf to want a mate. Enough fox to want a Lot of mates. -> P. S. Will let you read the rest when I get it written.. Unless you want to help, John ( Mad Max ) Sutton. The skunk took both hands off the keyboard until they stopped shaking. Wrote down the Tracecodes. Sent back: 'If you had stayed longer you could have offered me breakfast. And my butt still hurts.' Hit 'Send'. Smiled as the washer buzzed. Not lovers.. At least not yet. But there was time to work on that. Saved the mail, Went to get his clothes.. Stopped and looked at the silver hair on the counter. Grinned. Wriggled his butt.. "Bony, He says. Ah, What does he know?" Put the clothing in the dryer.. Thought a minute. Returned to his screen and opened up his eletter program.. 'Bony is it? Your dick didn't seem to mind. And how soon before I get to feel it again?' *Send* Got a snack.. Tapped the Mailbox icon when it flashed. 'Look in your Traveller.' Huh? Jumped up and ran into his bedroom, digging through his suitcase. Nothing... Opened his closet, and jerked his suit out. In the back pocket was a card. Where his butt would be? You horn-dog.. Sat on his bed, looking at it. The address was familiar - Got back on WebNet. 'Query: Where is Altansherre' > Altansherre. Small village in Mudfuir County. Closest Airport, Linshir. No public transit. 1 train station. Too far to drive.. And no plane goes there. Waitaminute - Trains? 'Query: Trains to Altansherre' > Trains to Altansherre run twice a week. Recommend Sleeper Coach - 2 day trip. Next train leaves Friday at 8 AM. Purchase a Ticket? 'No.' Not enough time to get there and back before Work. Damn! Opened eletter again. 'Living in the Boonies, Eh? If you want help with the story, You will have to come Here.' *Send* Like that was going to happen soon. Took his clothes out of the dryer, folded them, put them away, getting out a pair of shorts - That seat was just too cold! Came back to find his YakYak button had turned into a cheetah head. "Hey Stinky - You back yet?" He laughed.. Hit the 'Talk' relay. "Yeah Spots.. What's the matter? Can't hold your dick by yourself?" The little head laughed. "Yes I can.. But I prefer you to do it! So... What did you do? Who did you see? Did you get laid, Virgin?" "Saw a few guys - Most of them scared me! How you can go for that type.. Got laid by a sexy wolf. So there, Newb.." The little head went from shocked to doubtful to smiling. "When you come back to work tomorrow, I will expect to see some Proof, Stinky.." *Laugh* "I am sitting on it. And you can keep your paws to yourself." *Pout* "Alright.. Hey - See anyone famous?" A little mailbox appeared in the corner of John's window. He clicked on it, watching the text scroll - Bit his lip as a sad tale of love and it's loss flowed before his brown eyes. That was based on a real-life incident? Damn! -> I don't drive anymore, else I would be happy to come up and visit. Have to do some fixing up around the place. Perhaps next week I can catch the train, Mad Max *Wink* The cheetah head looked puzzled. "Hey.. You still there?" "Still here - As to famous.. Perhaps. Gotta get dinner started. Chat at ya later Kitty." The little head stuck it's tongue at him. "Hey - Yak at me later - You still got to tell me about your Wolf.." * * *
Disconnected from YakYak. John laughed.. Saved the eletters. He's not Mine yet, Henry.. But maybe. Just maybe - He could be. The End?