September 5, 2002"Well, sir," the old man said. "It was back in '08?me and Shovelhead Jones was up on the Continental DEEvide a-huntin' wild transsexs...huls for the Brooklyn Park Zoo. They wuz offerin a thousand dollars cash money for one and we wuz of a mind to cut ourselves in on that deal. Well sir, it had been blowin' a blizzard fer some days and me and Shovelhead was about outta food but we had seen some tracks during a lull in the storm and we knew we had to press on?on account o' them. As a tinkerer, his house had no shortage of sex toys, but he had resolved to give them better use as part of his machine and it hurt him to even consider breaking it down for something as meaningless as a single, self-imposed orgasm. He was considering if he could quickly assemble a makeshift one from the scraps that remained, when he remembered something: sex toys… dildos… a goblin using dildos… Cessa!At first, the shame of neglecting a fellow goblin in need came back at full force, making him. The fact is I think the closeness and love that I have for Carin are even better, and more in tune than the love I had for Judy. I loved Judy, don't get me wrong, but the way I feel with Carin can't compare with anything I can ever remember. I have to admit; I am stricken, and I am totally in love with this woman called Carin Winslow.For the next couple of weeks, Hector, Sam, and I did some fishing and downloading of video from the cameras on Hubbard Lake 5. We got excellent video of them. I groaned and bucked against his hand as I pleaded, “Oh yes, that feels so good. Please get me off, please?”The man’s smile preceded his warning, “It will cost you bitch.”I groaned and nodded knowing that any pleasure I received now would bring me pain or humiliation later. The man increased the rhythm of his fingers and I rode his digits with total abandon as I felt the pleasure growing in my loins. I came with a low squeal of delight afraid that someone out in the hallway might hear me.A wet.