I had seven in a row and my palms were sweaty as I contemplated my first ever 300 game. In the eighth frame I knew as soon as I released the ball that... I was fucked. I had hit one board to the left of my spot and as I stood there and watched I thought oh well, maybe next time. But the God's were still smiling down on me. The ball came in on the Brooklyn side of the head pin, I got good pin action and all of those puppies went down. I began to think I could do no wrong. The ninth frame was. How he and his litter mates had been found on the steps of the shelter, the same one I used to help out at. The litter had been strange, not exactly ill formed, just overly big for their age, only Titan had survived, even though Sharon, one of the shelter’s founders, had personally paid for their care. As he grew their bond did too, her husband had accepted her need to mate with her dogs, but couldn’t deal with her growing love for Titan. It tore their marriage apart when he forced her to. I was licking the underside of his penis head and putting my tounge into his pee/spearm slit. Everytime my tounge would poke into his slit Tim would shake andeven groan in his sleep. I still remember the way his dickwas shaking and getting harder by the second. To me it seamedthat his prick would split open from the amount of bloodfilling up his dick. Every few minutes I would rapidly takehis entire cock into my mouth and throat as far as I could atthat time. I was having so much fun and. .. Tears have meanwhile dried in my thickly-applied make-up, so thickly-applied, in fact, that it's like a mask of sludge, so thick, to be precise, it's like my face is under an inch of mud; why, I wonder. Why--this heavy-handed, intentionally inexpert job? It's theatrical make-up, that's why, corpse make-up, that's what I suddenly realize, puddinged on the way they prepare the dead, or the slow dancing actress portraying an archetype of death on stage, her face emotionless, unblemished,.