One of her favorite books and the second one she brought, was a history of the Spanish Kings through 1800.”“If that was the second book what was t...he first?” the Judge asked curiously.Tom quickly replied with a laugh, “That would be Paul and Anna’s favorite book, Don Quixote.”The other three men at the table looked at each other perplexed. “I’ve never heard of it,” the rancher said before asking, “Why is that your favorite book?”“It’s a timeless well-known classic. It was written 250 years ago. They were about woman screwing their dogs. All kinds of situations were described, and I soon realized that those types of stories made me so horny that I'd blow my wad before finishing even a short story.My folks had bought this Dobby about six months ago and she was a sweet pup. Clean athletic lines and bright intelligent eyes. And when she went into heat last week and I watched the neighbor's dog fuck her in our back yard, well... the thought blazed through my mind like a falling star, 'Why. In these recurring dreams, my teeth were falling from my mouth and I was spitting my teeth out like bloody white seeds from a fruit, and I’d be crawling down my apartment building’s first floor hallway, hearing shrieks and grunts, seeing through doors, seeing angry, wild-eyed men, men with shaven heads, men in dark blue prison jumpsuits banging on the doors, doors that’d been chained, welded shut. The men just slapping, thrashing, headbutting the doors; a couple kicking at the doors. "This week will all be on the grill. You won't be just baking this year. You are going to learn to cook everything on the menu." I was excited. I was going to be working hard enough that I wouldn't be thinking about Rhonda all the time. I whispered a little 'love you' to her as Anna drove me home.My bags and computer were in the guest room and I took the hint that it was where I was expected to sleep. I showered the grease off and landed in the bed exhausted. In a few minutes after I turned out.