How had those two days seen the coming into his life of a man with the same passion for underwear as he himself had had all his life - his own briefs ...buddy?So with huge effort he repressed the sexual stirrings which the sights and smells and omnipresent briefs of his bedroom provoked, and he forced his mind to concentrate on what had happened to him over the past two days.It had been Monday morning when it all kicked off. Dave's next door neighbours had left the day before for a month's holiday. Being the bone gave her a certain power over them, which she retained at great cost. It was worth it.“I love it when men just have to be men,” she chuckled to herself.Junkyard dogs were the kind who knew how to howl at the moon—although their meanness could get out of control at times. Men were so predictable. At least, most of them were. Cal confused her.As she kept walking she saw the diner about a block away and her forlorn car alone in the parking lot. Her thoughts shifted back to Cal,. I parked the car by the shack and walked in, tearing my clothes off as I came in, and flopping naked onto the bed, staring out at the moon over the river. The next thing I knew it was morning, as the sun flooded in over the river, but the large gum trees breaking up the light as it hit the shack. It was late but I didn’t care… time becomes irrelevant up here. I wandered outside and stretched to take in the view… Man this place was great! It had been a few months since my. This was something of a setback as he had hoped to get her ‘loosened up with alcohol, so a ‘plan-b’ was needed. At the prearranged time Rob’s brothers walked in, feigning surprise at seeing him. Both were tall and handsome with loud but friendly voices. After inviting them to sit down and introducing them as Trev and Craig, Rob he went to the bar to get more drinks. This time he ordered a Bloody Mary that contained a single measure of vodka, hoping that the Worcestershire sauce in it would mask.