I began to whisper to her; nothing momentous, just calm, gentle things as I continued to soothe her little mind, the emotions I was pushing mirroring ...my words. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. He’s not a mean dog, just a big goofy guy that wanted to play with you. He wants to be friends, he didn’t want to hurt you.”I looked down at him, now sitting and looking up at us as his owner and the girl’s mother finally arrived. He had their undersized soccer ball completely in his wide mouth, his generous. From hiking in to the campsite (and she was petite enough, that a large bookbag was about an appropriate load), to selecting a tentsite, to setting up the tent, and opening the sleeping bags to let the insulation loft back up, it all was fun and exciting. I was starting to see why, so long ago, I started to love to camp.Once we had eaten, we went for a walk. This state park had trails along a lovely river, and the vistas were entirely unlike what Kathy and I were accustomed to in Detroit. We. The magazines were all gay orientated and contained many picturesof men engaging in various sexual pursuits.OooIt is now June, three months after Mrs. Abernathy had moved into theneighborhood. A number of things had changed in the Hopkins'shousehold. Mary was wearing sexier clothing from her lingerie to herouter wear. Gone were her pant suits in their place were short skirtsand frilly blouses, she always wore full makeup even on her day off.Her granny panties were exchanged for sexy lacy. .. please, keep talking to me. I don't care what about."Seemingly appeased, I heard the dwarf chuckle. "Faren. My name is Faren. And I, well, that's a long story, though I guess we've all got nothing but time, eh? Let's see. I worked for the old leader of the Carta, Beraht. He ordered me to try to fix a Proving. When I got there, Beraht's fighter was passed out drunk, so I put on his armour and won the Proving. Would have gotten away with it, too, except that the drunk bastard stumbled out into.