Before and after I'd gotten my job of watching the animals, I was cleaning up the "messes" of other hunter's pets, Faire animals, even highly confused... citizens. I began to identify this sort of stuff fairly easy. I peered down at the brown filth and recognized it immediately as fox. There were foxes here? Brilliant! I'd taken a fondness to Sly, if I could track it, I could... try to tame it... I grinned in satisfaction. I'd finally decided. Now it was just a test of skill. ---The sun had risen. Paul chuckled in response."Let's get your gear. How many bags do you have?" Four bags and a weapon's case," I said feeling foolish for having somany bags, but Paul just nodded.We collected my gear and headed to the parking garage. Paul's LincolnNavigator had plenty of room for the two of us plus my gear, which Istowed in the back. I opened the passenger door grabbed the seat beltand buckled it before jumping into the seat. With the belt buckledbehind me the vehicle wouldn't ding at us and I. "Now the hard part, Violet. I want you to do thatevery thirty seconds. Squeeze for five seconds, release and then squeezefor five seconds again. Wait thirty seconds and start all over again. Canyou do that?" "How long do I have to do this?" she questioned. "You have to train for an hour." "No, I can't do that, not for an hour. Howabout just for a couple of minutes." "In order to train your sphincter, you have todo this for an hour. You're a big girl, I know you can do it." . A few hours later my phone beeps, and I see that you texted me. My heart skips a beat and I can feel my body warming at the mere thought of you. “You smelled delicious today. You dirty girl.”I feel, and hear, myself moan out as I read your response. It’s what I’ve been waiting for since I met you. For the next few weeks, we continue to share texts, stories at home, and emails at work, escalating our sexual tension. Work became torturous, as you would steal touches here and there… I’d be sitting.