" Brit tells everyone he owes you his life, but won't say why. I don't think he will refuse to walk fifty paces to pick up Dog for an hour or two. I t...hink Jeremy would do it in a heart beat. So go work it out." Simpson said.I left the courthouse at 5PM with Dog on the rope. We walked to the Brit's Pub. "I got somebody I want you to meet. Brit this is Dog, Dog this is The Brit. You two should get on famously. You are both all bark and no bite," I said."Where did you get this fellow," The Brit. " I do."I stood from my seat in order to embrace her. She leaned in to accept me, resting her tear soaked cheek upon my shoulder. I felt her body relax within my arms as I moved my hands across her back in soft caresses. After a few more sniffles, I released her from my hold with my hands firmly on her shoulders. I sat her upright in order to force her to look me directly in my eyes."I think you are so gorgeous," I confessed.Her bottom lipped dropped in awe, her eyes widened from my. While I was away I thought a lot—a lot!—about the story, and I realized that it had to be a fiction, but one that was so artfully contrived that it was meant to fool me. Emily had taken a year’s worth of sexy things from our actual life, and had created the story of “Mr. K.” to fit them into a narrative. And there was no denying that it was the hottest, most daring story either of us had created. I masturbated several times during my trip, without even watching any of the adult videos on offer. Second, to pull the SOL version more closely in line with the fully rewritten release version on Kindle. Thank you, Denny Wheeler, for volunteering to do one more proofreading edit. Any remaining errors are because of my stubborness.This is a work of fiction. If you recognize someone, please don't tell them. Any resemblance is strictly coincidental and probably highly insulting!Place: Northern Indiana or a reasonable facsimile thereof. The places here are what I needed to make the story work.