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I was standing by the kitchen counter and cutting a motherfucking big onion I got from the supermarket when Griggs appeared to the doorway. I gave him a glance over my shoulder and noticed that he was only wearing his pants and a tank top and nothing else. It looked good on the wuff, that, bare paws and arms all in sight, and that way he walked to be careful of pulling anything under his tail. It was so much fun to watch that I winked before getting back to my work, carefully.

Didn't want to cut my fingertips off.

"Any way I can help?"

I tipped my head again and looked at the slightly puzzled doggie.

"Why don't you just sit down and let the man of the house put some grub to the table, alright?" I grinned at him before turning to my toiling again.

I heard him huff and then there was the shuffling of those padded toes over the floorboards when he went to the fridge and fetched himself a beer. I followed him by the sound only while I kept cutting the onion and carefully listened. Creak, creak, creak of the chair, and that click was the sound of the bottle cap being tapped off, and then came the snuffle of the Dobie getting the foam to his nose.

"Glad we got that running," Griggs spoke and from the corner of my eye I saw him pointing the fridge.

"T'was so old and big that 'Ma didn't want to take it with her," I said quickly.

"That's good, then," Griggs spoke to me. "There's a steady supply of cold beer for the man of the house."

The Dobie gave me a teeth-flashing grin and sipped his beer again.

"Stupid grunt, "I snipped at him before turning to continue my work.

I had them onion slices spread on a scrap of paper that it had been wrapped in at the supermarket. I only really had that knife for tools, an old one with a wooden handle and a little bit of rust on the blade. I had found it abandoned in one of the drawers, back where we used to keep the knives and ladles and useful kitchen things like that. I hadn't found a frying pan, though, but an old, black iron pot was located from the cupboard where Ma used to keep coffee cups and the better glasses we only had on Sundays.

I'd found one of 'em cups in there too, with the handle chipped off. T'was still like I remembered, blue stripes and a golden rim. It was like a random memory in this place where most of the memories had been wiped away by something that I didn't know. Fuck that, we could make new ones. Don't have to try and remember 'Ma crying over 'Pa or counting the spare coins to buy us some grub. T'wasn't in my mind then, not properly.

Damn onion was putting some fucking years on my eye. I had to keep snuffing to keep that strange tear gas out of my senses. Had to blink a lot too and hope that Griggs didn't notice. He sure as hell wouldn't see me blabbering, even if it was just for the goddamned onion. Pa always said that boys don't have to cry in front of other boys.

Can't remember if I cried in '59.

I went over to the sink to wash my paws and the knife and spied Griggs as I did. He was still sitting there on the chair where I used to sit around that table. He looked pretty good there, leaning back and holding a beer and scratching his belly. Maybe the cum that had dried there was giving him an itch, or maybe he simply was a big, scratchy wuff. He sure as hell didn't have lice which really would've been a disaster in the base. Everyone had been put through delousing just in case when we arrived. Could still almost smell that poison they must've sprayed on us.

Griggs yawned and scratched under his chin now.

I set the clean enough - looking pot over to the old electric stove and turned the thing on so that it'd heat up good while I went over to the fridge and took out the stuff I needed for the meal I'd promised. My belly grumbled loudly at the sight of the thick, fatty sausages that were revealed when I unwrapped them from the white greasy paper. I wondered if Griggs was smelling them too over at the table.

"We've slept past Operation Dinner, eh?" I teased him a little as I unwrapped the heap of butter from its packaging and cut a suitable chuck of it which I threw into the pot.

The butter popped and crackled as it almost immediately began to melt at the hot pot. I used the tip of the knife to even it out a little.

"I don't think I mind," Griggs spoke with a smile on his face. "Just wondering whether we'll be able to commence Operation Shower, Shit and Shave."

I dropped the sausages into the churning pot one by one and turned the heat down a little to make sure I would not make 'em all black in there. Once it looked good I added the cut onions and mixed it all around with the tip of the knife.

"You feeling all funky already, wuff?" I flicked an ear at him questioningly.

"We last washed on Wednesday, Brock," the Dobie replied. "I want to get clean."

"Well, there's the shower in the bath room, but there's no hot water. The boiler isn't working since the heating is not on."

Griggs seemed to flinch a little.

"Yeah...guess that'll have to do."

"I'll rub you dry once you're done," I gave Griggs a wink and went to stir my wieners on the pot again.

The grease popped and I felt tiny little pinpricks of fire on my arm where the hot drops landed. That felt annoying but nothing too serious. Hell, maybe I was missing one of those what-you-call-it oven mittens. I'd only needed an apron and I'd looked like a proper cooking Dobie in here.

"You wish," I heard Griggs speak almost absentmindedly from somewhere beyond.

"Do we have any plates?"

"I didn't see any in there," I nodded towards the kitchen cabinets, "I suppose we'll have to eat them somehow else."

"Should've brought my field kit," Griggs snorted.

"We can eat them straight from the pot," I educated the wuff while I kept frying my goodies. "If you don't like getting your paws dirty, then you just have to be without."

"Jackass."

A flicked an ear at him without even looking back.

"No, it's Brock. You're Jack, remember?"

I could almost hear him rolling his eyes and then he chugged down some beer again.

The air was filled with the sweet smell of cooking meat and grease and onions. I breathed it deep and felt hungrier than ever, and my maw filled with spit as I stood there, practically huffing it in with each breath. It smelled damn good, too, and I kept smiling broadly at the thought of soon digging in to the food.

I let them cook a little bit more and went over to the fridge to get a beer. I had to start a second six pack. We'd been chugging them down at a good pace it seemed, I wondered when I clicked the cap off and took a good swig. I leaned against the side of the freezer and looked at Griggs there, and he looked at me. Our eyes weren't exactly fixed to each other but I know he kept his on me. I kept looking at him too. Wasn't much space between us there in that dimly lit kitchen.

Didn't know if I was supposed to say something. We weren't usually quiet. Well, we usually weren't together either, unless it involved a cock being hidden somewhere. Hell, then we'd have our muzzles glued together anyway so there wouldn't be space for chitchat either. Can't say I ever felt weird kissing Griggs. His lips were nice and his maw tasted good, like some minor version of his musk in his pits and all the good bits. I couldn't get enough of kissing him.

Hell, there was no reason why not.

I took the first step, then another, put my bottle down on the table and rounded around to Griggs. His eyes followed me when my paw gripped his jaw and tilted his head up. His eyes had that defiant glint to them again and I felt good for that. I didn't know if I was making it, but whatever it was, it was a good sight and made me feel nice under my furs.

"Brock...," I heard him speak but didn't care.

He still held onto his beer bottle when I put my maw down to his.

I put my spare paw to his shoulder and gripped him while my lips had fun with Griggs' lips. He tried to speak, and his lips opened and I pushed my tongue in there and tasted him properly. We both tasted of beer and Dobie, I found out while my tongue rubbed against Griggs' slick thing in there. I growled at the taste and feeling and he tried to say something again, I think, but nothing came of that since we were still kissing. I kept it nice and easy since I wasn't looking to suck out his tonsils out through his muzzle, no, I just wanted to keep kissing him as long as I wanted to.

Didn't take any hurry with Griggs as I held him up to keep it up. His tongue touched mine and I let it pass my lips and come to my maw in return of my tongue slipping into his own muzzle. My empty belly felt warm now, as did my lips and my cheeks when I kept kissing the Dobie. It was pretty sloppy and pretty hot, and Griggs didn't seem to mind.

I only stopped when I smelled a change in the scent coming from the stove. I had to break it and gulped down a harsh breath while I let Griggs go and went over to the pot. I picked up the knife and quickly prodded the wieners to see what had happened and noticed that one of them now ha a black patch on it from being fried too long. I cussed under my breath quickly.

"Fuck!"

I picked the pot off the plate and switched the stove off as I put the pot down. It was goddamn fucking hot and I felt my pads get way too warm for comfort.

"Ahh, fuck!" I yelled as I slammed the pot down, jumped to the sink and turned the tap on.

The rush of cold water took the burn away and replaced it with the sting of that damned water. I grit my teeth together and kept my paws under the flow to make sure I didn't do damage to myself.

"Brock, you okay?" I heard Griggs spoke.

He was coming over to me, walking across the room and then he stood there, looking at me.

I flashed him some teeth and kept sousing my paws under the tap.

"Just stay the fuck out of it, Griggs," I hissed, clenching my paws down.

It didn't hurt too much...felt like they were okay...now they felt like someone had slammed a hammer down at them, because of the cold. I wriggled my fingers under the flow of water and once they finally felt more numb than achy I turned the tap off and looked up at my pads. They seemed okay, and as I kept clenching my paws they started to feel normal as warmth returned to them. I turned my head and noticed that Griggs was looking at me still, frowning.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. The food's ready," I waved a still slightly stinging paw at the scorching pot. "Dig in."

He didn't look too convinced, so I raised my fisted paws up and showed him my knuckles.

"I'm gonna show you they're okay, if you don't mind your maw."

"Whatever," Griggs shrugged and moved over to peer into the pot and the steamy goods within.

I watched him pick the greasy paper the wieners came in and use that as a sort of a cover to pick up three of the sausages from the pot. He wrapped the paper around the drippy sticks of meat and licked his lips as he looked at his newly made treat. Then he used the knife to pick the fried onion and sprinkle it into that makeshift wrapping of his, covering the glistering sausages with flecks of cooked bits of onion. Griggs was grinning at his food when he lifted it up and took a bite that nipped the ends of two wieners into his maw.

"Smart doggie," I told him as I watched him eat and make his way back to his seat and his beer while holding his dinner up to his paws.

His technique looked good enough so I decided to mimic and picked up the old onion wrap from the side counter and used it to fish myself a good portion of onions and sausages from the goddamned pot until I was left with a soggy piece of paper filled with wiener and bits of onions. I picked up my beer and sat down heavily to the opposite side of the table and watched Griggs munch on his wieners slowly. He had a bit of onion stuck on his lip, too, just below his nosepad.

"Damn good, this, Griggs," he spoke as he noticed I was watching. "You ought to be a short order cook."

I snuffled.

"I used to work at construction between high school and the army, if you must know," I told Griggs between bites and sips of beer.

"What made you sign up?"

"The money, what else?" I shrugged. "Bed, food, fresh air, don't have to think. Pretty good for someone like me."

"Maybe," Griggs grumbled.

"How'bout you then?" I questioned the Dobie in front of me. "Why'd someone like you sign up?"

"I want to get to college," Griggs replied simply. "I want to finish my training and get into a tech program and then hopefully get the Army to finance my studies."

I nodded at hearing this, trying to decide what to make of it. It sounded like a plan to me. Griggs obviously had a thought about what to do with his life. That must've been something better than I had. I only really thought about a week ahead...if even that. Had too much to do and not enough time to worry. Didn't know to either.

"You want to study?"

"Yeah," Griggs mused. "Never got the chance to. Dad couldn't afford it. He only had enough money to pay for my brother going to a law school. I was stuck with either odd jobs back at home or the Army. I wanted to get out of Atlanta, too. Didn't like it that much."

That must've been the most Griggs ever spoke to me at one time. I listened as well as I could, remembering to keep my ears up to him and not simply drink my beer and eat while he spoke. It sounded like something important to him, and that's why I did my best. Ain't really such a good Dobie, me, but I could give Griggs an ear. T'was his thoughts and his worries, and that meant they were my concern too. He ain't fun if he's in trouble.

"So, what do you want to be?" I asked him simply.

"Dad's in the air conditioning business...building all sorts of piping and cooling systems and the like. I think I'd like to do some engineering business as well," the Dobie told me seriously. "Maybe structural engineering. Helping build good homes and stuff."

"Didn't know you got the head for that, wuff," I told Griggs, flashing him a smile as I picked my beer and took a nice swig.

"I didn't do bad in maths and stuff, I think I could get in to a college. I ought to be able to score high enough to do it."

"So it's all down to the dead presidents," I snuffled.

Goddamn thing that money. It's why there were homes like this in the middle of fields rented out to make a meager amount of money for my mother who still had to work her tail off as a cleaner and cook to cover her bills, as did my sister. It's why there were wars, I was pretty sure of that. It was because of money that there were people like Griggs who really wanted to be something and had what it took, except for a bunch of Benjamin Franklins. It's why there were Brock Stahlmans too, I guess.

"Yeah," the Dobie nodded.

"It sucks."

"What's there to do?"

There was nothing, and we both knew that.

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It ended up being a pretty quiet dinner. We ate and drank and hardly said anything, simply sat there and filled out bellies with greasy food.

Once I was done I sighed and growled deeply and stretched a bit, really letting those arms bulge all big and properly. Griggs was sitting there quietly. His paws were folded over on the table and his empty beer was next to him as he kept sitting there without moving. He looked tired and a bit strange, but that wasn't too new about him. I didn't have my watch with me so I had no idea what the time was. It had been all dark outside for a while, too, so that wasn't of any help.

"Okay," I told spoke as I pushed the chair back and got up, stretching a bit more once I was on my paws.

"Say, Griggs, I want to make a fire," I told him what I'd planned earlier. "You want to help?"

"What do you need me to do?" he spoke quickly.

"Get the fireplace all empty and cleared out, yeah? I'll go up and check the chimney in case there're birds' nests or something fucking stupid in there, ok?"

"How're you going to do that?"

I snuffled.

"There's a torch in the back of the car in case I have to change a tire in the dark, and there's a ladder going up on the end of the house."

"Alright..."

I gave his shoulder a quick nudge with my knuckles as I walked past him towards the living room and left the Dobie standing there. I hummed a bit of that song Griggs had been listening to at the car during the night - that fucking thing was stuck in my head! - and went outside to fetch the torch as I planned. The car keys jingled when I opened the trunk and felt up until I found the thing I wanted. With a push on the switch a beam of light shot out of my paw.

I wandered around to the opposite end of the house following that light as it cut a path into the darkness. The grass rustled under my footpaws as I went on. The ladder was rusty and creaked when I jumped a couple of times on the lowermost rung to see whether it would come down under my weight. Despite some wobbles as I went up it was good enough for me to get up to the old corrugated iron roof. I kept my poise low and my paws splayed wide while I held the torch between my jaws so that I'd have all my paws free for crossing over to the other end of the house and the small red brick chimney.

I stood up in a wide poise, one paw on each half of the cool roof while I aimed the torch and peered down into the depths of the dark tunnel. All I could see was black dust stuck on the sooty bricks and nothing extra stupidness. I really wasn't a chimney sweep Dobie nor had the tools to really clean it up, so I was one relieved grunt climbing down those jumpy stairs and sighing a bit secretly while I reached the unmoving ground.

Now remained the matter of finding some firewood. I knew where we used to keep them of course, behind the dairy under a sloped roof that kept rain away from the stuff. The dairy loomed large and imposing on the side of the old yard as I walked swiftly, flicking my ears and my tail at the feeling of the pleasant rush of cool air. I passed the old shelter for the tractor with those doors that were as tall as two Brocks put together and made my way through to the back.

My memory didn't fail me this time either, I suppose. There was still some firewood left, made by me of course, before 'Ma moved out. In the light of the torch I tried out a couple of the piles and found the chopped wood on one of the more central piles to be still pretty much as it should be, dry as desert sand and crisp and covered in bark that would catch the fire good.

Again I stuffed the damn torch into my maw and by the feel of paw only I picked up a good heap of wood into my arms, packing them to the crook of my left arm while bringing them up with my good paw. I could've carried double or triple the weight but my arm fell short so that's how much I had for carrying back to the house.

I found Griggs still kneeling by the fireplace when I entered. He had a pile of old newspapers laid down next to him. His paws were sooty and even his cheek looked a bit blackened when he turned to look at me.

"It's clear," I told him as I walked over and dropped the pile with a huge clatter down to some newspapers sprawled on the floor.

I put the torch down as well and brushed my arms to get the sawdust away, and looked at Griggs.

"You ready with it, wuff?"

"Yeah, Brock, it's almost clear now," he replied, rubbing his ash-covered paws together. "Looks like you found some wood, too."

"Right where I left it," I smiled a bit. "You know how to start a fire?"

The big Dobie shook his head at me.

"I've done survival training, you know. You were there, too. You shared a tent with Tecker."

I snorted.

"Damn pit kept gassing the whole tent!" I yelped, not amused by the memory of the oversized pit bull with a malfunctioning stomach.

Griggs just shook his head and kept looking at his messy paws as he got up.

"I have to wash up."

"Fine then," I smirked. "I'll make the fire if you get me a beer while you're at it. And maybe you could crack open that can of cherries while you're at it, eh?"

The Dobie flicked an ear at me as he stood there a few feet away, eyeing me with that special defiant look returning swiftly as he glared.

"I'm surprised you didn't ask for anything else, Brock," he spoke in a lower voice than usual.

I snuffled.

"Like what? One of your pickles?" I made a "bleh" face, tongue and all.

"Like asking me to suck YOUR pickle in exchange for you lighting up the fire."

I laughed hard for that, I really did. Went almost doubled over and all when I just kept laughing and hacking it up. I must've ended up clutching my chest with my paws as I just laughed and got breathless.

It felt really good once I was done and could look at Griggs again properly.

He still stood there, paws clasped together, his pose wide and really showing that he was as big as I was in most respects. He really had wide shoulders and big hips and he showed a lot of muscle through that shirt he wore. He also smelled pretty damn good after a couple of days spent without showering. He wasn't a stinky doggie, no, only suitably ripe for it to tickle my nose the right way. Maybe I'd ask him to give me a little bit of a taste eventually... just maybe.

"I know you'd do it without me asking, Jack," I grinned at him, my smile as great as ever for that look in his eyes.

"Still you insist doing so, Brock," the Dobie grumbled before he disappeared into the kitchen.

I shook my head and went on to check out the fireplace and make sure that the chimney was open and ready. Then it was only a matter of ripping out some stripes out of the newspaper and putting it all in there to the fireplace nice and airy so that it'd catch fire for good. I found myself humming that damn song again as I worked and my ears flicked as I listened to Griggs doing who knows what out there in the kitchen.

Took me a moment to realize that I didn't have a lighter or matches with me. Never been into smoking since 'Pa always said it wasn't good for your furs, and that's one good piece of advice he ever gave to me.

I cussed and was already getting up to get to the car where I had a spare lighter on the same cardboard box out in the trunk that had also held the torch earlier, when I noticed the small, old box of matches sitting on top of the mantelpiece of the fireplace. With a blink I reached for the tiny box. A smile spread over my lips as I heard the telltale rattle from within and dug in as carefully as I could without tearing the damn thing apart with my huge fingers.

I finally managed to get one of the damn sticks out there and struck it against the side of the box.

Nothing.

"Fuck man..."

Griggs made strange grunting sounds in the kitchen and I heard the definite clank of metal on metal as he did. I snorted and tried the match again without success. With a grunt I threw it into the fireplace and fished another of those elusive sticks from that stupid little box.

T'was the third one that finally struck and lit up with a hiss. I cupped the small fire with my paw and carefully leaned closer to let the fire feed on the paper and dry wood.

I removed my paws slowly and simply watched as the fire grew, eating up a grainy picture of some smiling woman in an advertisement and moving out over a toothpaste advertisement and towards the firewood itself. I gave it a really careful blow between my closed lips to make sure it wasn't going to get smothered by my big breath. It had the effect I wanted since the fire really liked that and started to grow faster now, picking leafy layers of paper and dry wood and lighting them properly.

I had it going pretty nicely before Griggs returned from the kitchen carrying two open bottles of beer as well as the big can of cherries I'd picked up at the supermarket earlier today. He walked over and handed me a beer over as he heaved himself down to sit on his haunches next to me. His eyes lingered on the nicely burning fire, so I could give him a proper look. Saw the flicker of light over his chest and arms while he just sat there and craned his neck from side to side to get kinks out of it. That light really showed off his colors nicely, too. Have to admit he looked pretty damn good poised there, beer and all, and that sweet-smelling can sat by his knee down on the dirty floor.

"See! Survival training paid off!" I boasted a little and toasted him with my beer.

Griggs raised his own bottle and we clinked them together in mid-air, and took good swigs from our respective beers and then belched pretty much at the same time.

T'was so ridiculous that we both ended up laughing like mad and almost rolling on the floor from it as we laughed and our stubby tails trashed like fuck! We probably spat out more beer than we had drank. It came out of our maws and noses and we snorted and huffed and laughed and I cussed and Griggs slammed his palm down on the floor.

I ended up grabbing his shoulder with both of my paws and holding onto him as I leaned on him. I laughed and pressed my nose to the crook of his neck and breathed in Dobie.

At first there was just the smell of beer, but then my nose cleared and I smelled Griggs. Dobie musk, sweat, cum, skin, fur washed with cheap army soap, even a hint of gun oil and just plain old Dobie in there was mixed up into something good.

He smelled fucking great.

I kissed him there, too, put my lips there and licked quickly before I pushed myself up and just sat there breathing heavily. Must've been the laughter that was making our breaths into rough huffs.

Hell, we almost sounded like we were having it off!

Griggs looked at the fire for a while and I took a sip of the beer. I wiped my maw with the back of my paw before I picked up a piece of wood and prodded the fire a little bit to stoke it up and nice. It was already burning pretty well and putting out a lot of warmth. Could feel it on my muzzle and my chest and my arms, going all nicely all over my furs. I tossed the piece of wood into the fire once I was done and just leaned back for a bit to bask in the light and heat. I propped myself up to one paw and then scratched my junk through my pants briefly. That felt pretty great, too.

My eyes wandered over to the open can of cherries on the floor and with a smile on my lips I reached with my paw and picked up one of the sugary things. It felt slick, almost oily on my paws as I brought it up and popped into my expecting maw while Griggs watched me. I bit on it carefully, mindful of the rock inside, of course, and made a sucking sound as the sugary preserved berry leaked juice all over my big doggie tongue.

My tail wagged a bit as I swallowed the sweet treat and spat the rock out and into the fire where it popped and sizzled.

"Didn't know you've a sweet tooth, Brock," the Dobie commented while he dug into the can to get one of the cherries for himself, too.

Griggs really slurped at his for sure, I got to say. He must've stripped the hard rock dry by simply sucking on the damn thing and breaking it to get all the juices flowing onto his tongue. He turned to grin at me with the rock between his front teeth and grinned stupidly before he spat it out and into the fire again to join its other friends now roasting in the fiery pit.

The Dobie had some of the juice stuck on his lips, too.

T'wasn't hard to lean over and lick him clean like an ice cream cone that's just about to drip all over your paw because of the melting. I swiped my tongue across his juiced lips and kissed them before I leaned back and licked my own lips this time.

Could see the glint in his eyes again.

"Sometimes I wonder if I should ask you for some things sometimes, Brock," he spoke in that rough rumble I rarely heard coming from him.

"Like what?" I huffed, flashing a couple of teeth.

Had to give him that challenge. Had to show him who he was talking with. Who he was talking to about asking me to do things for him. Hard things.

I knew I still owed him a muzzlejob from my earlier promise. I was gonna keep that promise, too, so if that's what he'd want to bring on, sure, why not. At least it'd be cherry-flavored this time and not just dick.

I gave a peek for the front of his pants and saw his junk making a bulge there. I wondered if he was going to try my head down to it. That I would not take, no way in hell. I had my limits to the slack I could give for Griggs.

He was still watching me when I looked back up to him and waited for the pin to drop.

Damn right I think he could've asked things of me.

I didn't know what he was up to when he fished that can for another cherry and held it up on his drippy fingers that glistened in the firelight.

"Here. It's for you," he spoke, watching me. "It's yours if you just take it and lick my fingers clean.

You deserve all the juices you like, too."

I stared at him quietly for a while, my eyes going between the offered paw and his eyes and his lips and his crotch and his slick fingertips.

Fuck all.

I opened my maw and caught that red thing between my lips and flicked it into my cheek with the tip of my tongue before I just kept down there and let my tongue loll out. I kept my eyes trained straight down so that the only thing I saw was Griggs' wrist and nothing more. Could only really smell the sugary cherry down there as I licked and lapped over his fingers and pads and just a little bit on his palm too to gather all the drippings up. It all pooled up under my tongue at the pit of my maw and whenever I licked him I got another taste of the sugar and berry.

I felt his fingers flex a little as he felt me going over them. He breathed a bit funnily, too, but it didn't last long, as didn't my tongue bathing either.

I sat up and just stared at the fire, but I could feel Griggs' eyes on me. I snuffled and swallowed the damn cherry whole and took up my beer and swigged down heavily to wipe the taste away.

Griggs chuckled.

"Didn't your 'Ma tell you that if you swallow seeds that a tree's going to grow up inside your belly?" he snorted.

I rolled my eyes and snuffled and put my beer down and as soon as I heard the click of his bottle hitting the floor I launched on him.

I caught Griggs off guard so it took me little to pin him down to the floor and secure his paws down with my own, and push my thighs over his so that he really couldn't move any with my heavy bulk all over him. I didn't keep any of my weight off the Dobie this time...I let him feel all of me there was, big, hard Dobie glaring down onto him with the fierce firelight licking the side of my face and muzzle.

Had to show him who was the boss here, who set the pace and was the one definitely in charge and saying how things were supposed to were. Now I thought they ought to be like this. I liked it like this for the moment, and Griggs better not complain.

"Playing with fire, Jack," I growled to him through my teeth.

I leaned down to press them against his throat.

He moaned.

I grunted.

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This story was posted on the very early hour of Christmas Eve, 2010. I do wish Merry Christmas to everyone!