...how? February The rudimentary outline of a plan has started to come together, and I figured I needed three things to fall in line, to allow me to... achieve my goal. First, I needed a dog. There were plenty of offers around online, but caution dictated that this would have to be something I did alone. Although, I sat pondering the PM sitting in my inbox, from a guy a few towns over, offering his three well trained St. Bernards. They were the father and his two boys, both fully grown, so. If he likes you, then maybe you'll be lucky."Sitka was up and dressed by the time Jahke returned, clean, dry and looking sort of polished. He let the big horned demon brush his hair and pulled on a pair of black sweats."Oh no." What?" Jahke turned to his lover with a frown."I am not taking you to meet the Prince of Hell in sweatpants. Come on, you gotta learn to tie a loin cloth eventually."Sitka had bought the boy a blue cloth to match his eyes. The wide strip of fabric was about four feet. It's a hi-def remake of a movie she liked ten or fifteen years ago. Take a look,” she said, tossing it to Charlie.Looking at the DVD Charlie responded. “Yeah, Top Gun - I've heard of that. It's older than we are but Dad says it's fantastic. He's been trying to get me to watch it for a couple of years, but I never have.” He handed it to Bob.“Yeah, me neither,” Bob said. “I think Dad does have another copy of it someplace, but I'm sure it's not hi-def.” He pitched it back to Sandy.“So, is it okay. The soft and slow caresses of our lips make a beautiful dance of desire before need overtakes our leisurely pace. Moving as one, I wrap my arms around his neck as his go around my waist, lifting my weight to move us to the bedroom. Standing at the side of the bed, he sets me down and steps back, taking his time, letting his gaze travel over the length of me. “Undress for me, Kitten,” he softly commands. I nod, my lower lip caught between my teeth as I lift my shaking hands to the bottom of my.