“Oh, Kyle,” she said, “Why the long face? We’ll figure this out.”Kyle sniffed the air, his muzzle lifting, drinking in scents. Gina could on...ly smell old crankcase oil and mildew, but though the tiny window along the wall was painted shut and the door leading to the backyard was locked, Kyle’s long snout detected the faint musk of a moose in heat.Somewhere in the forest behind the house, a female moose, a cow, was ready to mate.Issuing a mournful bellow sounding like a piglet trapped in a well,. He’d been drinking beer and catching crawfish all day and was half drunk. He couldn’t even tell us in what direction the murderer fled.’ ‘That’s not what the newspaper said. It said that he described a red Mazda.’ ‘George, it was the middle of the night and the lighting out there on that section of the interstate is terrible. I don’t put much credence in his description. His description is poor, that and the fact that the man reeked of alcohol when I interviewed him. Hey, the killer could have. She walks back to John and turns her back to him. “But tonight John, is my fantasy. I want you to unzip my dress. When you are finished with me I want to feel disheveled! When I dream about you John…..” Marella pauses and smiles, “I am always disheveled at the end of the dream. That is how I want you to make me feel.” John slowly unzips Marella’s dress, his eyes increasingly teased as more and more of her beautiful naked skin is exposed. He hardens further. John works the zipper down to the. He evil sun came through the window, waking me from a peaceful sleep. I rolled over on top of my phone and picked it up.“Thanks for last night. I needed it. Miss you