It was the summer after his freshman year at college. Luke Eugene Delacroix was back in his well-to-do suburban neighborhood ; the kind of expanse where people believe in the American dream and complain about their prop taxation. Streets were lined with towering trees, forming an emerald roof, well maintained pools waited behind pristine fence, and there were spacious lawns that absolutely cipher used.

Sitting in the middle of one such lawn, was a big whitened house. The owners would say that they were in-between class, but the manicured lawn and 3 car garage both spoke of wealthiness. Inside the the marble-covered kitchen of his gigantic house just past times noontide, dressed in a tank ( Suns Out, gun for hire Out ), and misplace hanging athletic shorts hinted at an ass you actually could bounce a twenty-five percent off, was Gospel of Luke Delacoix. He had a prissy jaw, plump full lip, and huge brown center framed by eyelashes that would make a retarding force queen envious. To quote an ex of his : he was a douche, but he was a hot douche and you had to respect that. Gospel According to Luke grabbed an orchard apple tree from a stadium on the countertop and bit into it as he spoke to his admirer Darren on his earphone, pressed lazily to his ear.

"No man I swear to god."He said in between bites."puss like you wouldn't believe. One chick even asked me to do her in the ass."

"No way man no bed way. Do you acknowledge how yearn I had to beg Jenny for that prick ?"Darren said.

Luke snickered."Nice one. But no man, I'm telling you college is the fucking proficient. I got plastered like every fucking day and the young woman just love me. It fucking suction being back here. Everyone here is either a sleep together townie or they 're older than be my mom."

"Its a shtup shame you're such a gay little fag then man, you 'll feature send them my way."Daren laughed.

"Shut up man ! You're just green-eyed effort you got ta listen to Jenny talk about her belief and stuff."He shot back."How's it finger being whipped ?"

"Man you don't even know."Darren groaned.

"She been a substantial bitc-"Luke stopped and stepped out on to the deck, shutting the sliding doorway behind him as his female parent, a plump, pollyannaish woman with greying whorl walked into the kitchen carrying a bag of groceries."Nah man- I need to get my dick wet- Its been almost a week."

"What about Alexa ?"Daren said."She always had it bad for you. I bet you could at least get her to blow you off."

"God, then I'd have to wedge my shaft in her busted-ass mouth. I don't need fucking twisted teeth on my-"Gospel According to Luke's mother rapped on the trash door and gestured at him.

Luke sighed"Listen, man I got ta go. Talk to you later."

Luke slipped his phone into his air pocket, skid open the glass door, and stepped back into the air conditioned seventh heaven,

"Luke dear, the Moreau 's called. They were wondering if you would be able to firm and dog sit starting tomorrow."

Luke groaned at the aspect of work but then thought it over. The Moreau's were one of the wealthy families in the suburb. They lived on the boundary of the development, on a plot so big it could cause been called an estate. He could make some severe cash doing that. Not that he needed it. But house sitting mean spending all day at their place, for maybe a hebdomad or two. Luke's mom was smothering him at the house. He could get away and relax for a few days without her always getting in the way. Not to mention Ms. Moreau was hot. A fucking trophy wife if there ever was one. tardy XX, great breast, big ass, and complete smoothen pelt. Gospel of Luke had blown his load more sentence than he could count thinking about Ms. Moreau. He could probably walk away from this with a couple pairs of her panties to jack off into. But it would also mean stepping into the domain of a function of her husband. St. Luke shivered. Built like an ox- Mr. Moreau was on the board of some corporation and so the Kyd in the neighborhood just called him Mr. Rich. To narrate the truth, Luke was a little frightened of Mr. Moreau. About a class ago, at the nation club, where all the most prominent fellow member of the suburb were members, Luke ran into Mr Moreau. Literally ran into him. He practically bounced off the man, landing flat on his ass. From the plush rug of the hall, Luke said :"What the perdition man ! check where yo-"

Luke fell silent as he met the center of the man towering over him. Mr. Moreau slowly scanned him lying on the base, frozen midway through lifting himself off the carpet. Gospel According to Luke felt picked apart, his every flaw analyzed, his appearance cataloged, until he felt as though he was totally naked on the plush rug of the country club under an impenetrable regard.

"You're mistaken."He said in a low baritone that made Luke's breath hitch."You'd better be more careful, boy. Otherwise, you might run into trouble."With that, Mr. Moreau turned and strode off, looking more like a gladiator going into combat than a businessman heading towards the tennis judicature.

Luke didn't want to be in the cat house, even if he wasn't there.

But ultimately, the promise of relief valve from his own business firm, coupled with the possibility of going through Ms. Moreau's things won out.

"Yeah, I can do it I guess."Saint Luke muttered, trying hard not to betray the upheaval in his Einstein or his shorts."Did they say for how long ?"

"They said they should be out of town about two workweek. Is that too long ? I know you just go-"

"Nah mom, its perfect."Without pausing to help his mom with the grocery, Luke turned and bounded out of the kitchen and up the stairs, his dick pressing uncomfortably in his shorts until he got to his room.

It was a huge room, with wearing apparel strewn everywhere, and a few beleaguered industrial plant straining desperately towards the sunlight slipping through the drawn shades. Luke stumbled around the piles of debris and pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the floor while he stepped out of his underdrawers and pugilist. Gospel of Luke sat down on his bed and began to stroke his tool rapidly, as if trying to squeeze the cum out of it. Ms. Moreau and her enormous tits and firm ass came to his head. He thought of her nipple, straining to escape a tight pitch blackness bra that was a perfect accent to her toned skin. He wanted to advertise her up against the wall of mirrors in his way, luxuriating in the flavor of her silken panty under his fingers, and soft warmth of her ass. He would nip at her clavicle, tracing the line of her bone with his lips until he got to her neck, when he would pull up at her throat with his lips, feeling her moan vibrate through his tongue as he would draw at the cutter skin of her neck. She would slowly reach behind her and unwrap the latch to her bra. She would step back, cupping the bra to her chest as the strap slid down her freckled articulatio humeri. Then she would let the bra free fall and her titty would be on full showing. God, he wanted to see her so badly- he was sure that her pap would be perfect and pinnace. Luke could almost taste her titty as he imagined licking her deep brown mamilla.

But even more than than that, Saint Luke wanted, Ms. Moreau to subside to her knee, and yank down his underdrawers revealing his peter. She would glint up, staring Gospel According to Luke in the eye, daring him to say no, and softly wrap her slender finger around his lance. She would caress the head with the crest of her digit, tracing around and then sliding back down to gently tug on his balls. Then, she would lick it from hind end to top, swirling her tongue around its top dog for what would seem like an infinity. Luke could just envisage the coy tone on her face as she would tease him, her tongue dancing across his cock. Just when he couldn't take it any longer, just as his manpower would take off to actuate to the back of her psyche to pressure her to take him into her oral fissure, just then, her beautiful rim would suddenly engulf his prick, taking it all the way into the rachis of her throat in an jiffy, staring up at him with her big green eye. Her head would bob up and down as Gospel According to Luke started to fuck her mouthpiece. Caressing his balls as he stroked, he thought of Ms. Moreau sucking on them, licking them, and moving them in her backtalk. She would then take his putz all the way down her throat again, this time gagging on it, as her massive cushy teat swayed back and forth. Her forefront would go up and down on his dick, then take it out of her mouth for a irregular and lick it all the way from his balls to his headspring, up the shaft.

He fell on to his binding on the bed and kept rubbing his dick. His handwriting crept down, almost of its own will, between his branch towards his gorgeous ass. Saint Luke's finger's traced the outline of his dickhead, daring himself to go in. He hesitated. He'd never done anything like this before. But he so wanted this. He wanted Ms. Moreau to do it. His finger began working, pushing against his asshole, probing at his entering. Luke took a deep breath and plunged his finger into his ass. His spinal column arched, feeling his midway finger's breadth pulling at his maw. For a secondly he just sat there, frozen, as he enjoyed the pleasure and pain that came with it. His body quivered and he bit his lip as he started to move his finger in and out of his ass. Luke's hand began to run in time, stroking his cock as he fingered himself for the first time. He imagined Ms. Moreau's delicate finger moving inside him, pulling at the dull ache inside him, her dingy pilus in confusion as she took him deeper into her mouth He rocked back and forth, trying to impale himself on his finger. But his body couldn't take all this stimulation, and in an New York minute he went rigid, shooting a lading onto his stomach and chest of drawers. He laid there gasping, trying to recover after his most brawny orgasm he'd had.

"I should do that More often."Gospel According to Luke thought.

Luke felt fatigue roll over him and began drifting off to sleep, too tired to bother to clean the viscid cum from his pectus.

The next dawning Luke woke up to line up himself naked, his chest covered in his harden cum. Blearily he rolled out off bed, his dick stiff with morning woods, and picked at the cum on his chest, flaking a minuscule bit of it off. He turned to make it on the floor, but hesitated. He'd always wondered what cum tasted like - always wanted to screw what it was like for the girls that sucked his pecker, and now was his hazard to find oneself out. Slowly, he licked it off his finger and swallowed it, tasting its salty savour as it rolled over his lingua. It was actually kind of delicious, with a savor to it that made him require more. As he strolled to the exhibitor, he wondered what unused cum would sample like. Probably even better.

Luke slipped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Glancing at his physical structure in the mirror, Luke grinned and flexed a trivial. He was a 19 yr old hockey histrion, so of course he looked good- a nice skeletal system, not too spacious, and a firm ass with a thick set of thigh. Steam began to satisfy the room as he looked at himself, absentmindedly playing with his dick He stepped into the cascade and began rubbing himself down with soap when a thought occurred to him. Slowly, his slippery finger traced their way down his chest towards his ass. Leaning one handwriting against the bulwark and sticking his ass out, he took trench breath and pressed his finger against his asshole.Unlike the former night, there was now no opposition St. Luke nearly collapsed as the lubed digit slipped into his ass and hit his prostate. It felt so damn soundly. No wonder girls wanted it up the ass if this is what happened. With his other hand he grabbed his inflexible stopcock and started rubbing. His knees trembled as he slowly pumped it in and out and he thought of Ms. Moreau doing this to-

"squat !"Luke said, yanking his finger out of his ass."shag. I've got ta feed the dog."

Luke stumbled out of the shower and yanked on his boxers, not even bothering to find oneself his boxers. He glanced at the clock as he pulled on tank top. It was almost 1 in the afternoon, and if he didn't get there quick, the dog would start shitting inside the house. After grabbing some extra clothes and a charging cord, Luke ran down two flights of stair to the three car service department only to find that all three were gone.

"Fuck !"Gospel According to Luke said."Why do they all need a piece of tail car so fucking bad. Luke groaned and grabbed his expensive wheel as if it were a chore to have a $ 2000 bike. He pedaled out of the garage, ambling through the obsessively manicured lawns of his subdivision. As he rode, he thought about Ms. Moreau- By the time he was halfway there he was rocking back into the seat. He was grinding his ass against the soft textile of his tail end, pushing the fabric of his underdrawers into his tight ass. Every time he went over a extrusion, the seat pressed on his ass in a way that made his knees weak. He pedaled faster and faster, dodging between cars and the atomizer of sprinklers. The thought of Ms. Moreau's silk panties waiting for him spurred him through red lights. The Sooner he got to the mansion, the sooner he could live up to his painfully throbbing dick. The suburban area fell away to the countryside and he arrived at the Moreau's manor. A with child logic gate sealed the kingdom, but Saint Luke just waved the key placard that his sister was given when she watched the menage death year and the Bill Gates parted. He pedaled up the expansive driveway, passing a few well-maintained topiary as the Bill Gates crashed shut behind him. The scowled at the super C fields that seemed to stretch on forever. He couldn't even see the neighbour's kingdom from there.

"nooky rich people."Luke said, conveniently forgetting that he himself was a nookie productive person.

After a minute he'd reached the massive movement door, leaned his wheel up against the English and climbed the massive steps. The door was impressive. Dark oak, at least twice as tall as Luke himself, but he barely had to it push to swing it open after unlocking it. Stepping through the vestibule, Luke drew a sharp, short breather. Wealth gleamed from every scissure of the large front room, with chaise longue lounges, chandeliers, a fireplace, and couple sets of stairway framing a doorway as they spiraled up. The manor house was four floors of wealth and power, with too many room to count.

Luke walked into the next room, a feast hall. A monumental table dominated the way. It looked like a marriage of the past and introduce. There were glittering candelabras and paintings by some major Impressionists, but also sleek flat projection screen TVs and hidden LED accent lighting in almost every room. He wandered into the lavish kitchen, and opened the fridge. One perk of planetary house sitting for the super rich people was that they stocked the fridge well. Grabbing a elf, he set his ass on the counter and began to eat. He bit into the deep brown and looked around. A monumental window showed the gorgeous manicured lawn. There were marble countertops, gleaming faucets, and weirdly enough, chains looping down from the domed celling. It was if mortal took a fucking castle but only remodeled it below eye level in each room. It was the same when he walked into a sitting room and looked up, godsend, strand and meat hooks."The Moreau's seriously need to fire their house decorator"Luke thought.

Looking at the cavernous distance, a thought suddenly jumped into Gospel of Luke's mind."There's no one else here."

He was alone in this massive house and he was uncomfortably hard, harder than he had ever been. He reached into his short and grabbed his gumshoe. Gospel According to Luke grinned. He was alone. He was all alone and he could do whatever he wanted. He took a recondite breath and after a moment's hesitation, pulled his blue army tank top over his head, to reveal his toned abs and tanned thorax. Then he hooked his quarter round in the waistband of his trunks and worked them down his legs. His putz sprung free from his shorts and jerked painfully. He left his boxershorts and tank top pooled on the plush rug beneath him

Gospel According to Luke's erection throbbed painfully in his hand."Shit."He thought."I don'’ t think I've ever been this laborious ”. Luke took a intimation and began to thread around the immense estate. Just then, Luke heard the audio of nails on a hard floor, and twisted around catching a glance of a massive gray blur that came barreling around the corner and ran into him. Luke was caught off Libra the Balance by a dog, dragging a leash, crashing into his knees, and fell to the ground. He hit the storey hard, smacking his stomach on the flooring. He laid there for a mo, stunned, nose pressed against the cold marble floor- his wind knocked out of him, Luke laid on the trading floor for a moment, trying to catch his intimation. Then he felt something coldness and wet on his ass. He froze. The dog was sniffing towards his ass. The dog's nose inched closer and closer to his flyspeck asshole leaving a damp trail on his perfect ass.

Gospel of Luke jerked away, and scrambled to his knees, but the dog gave a low growl. Gospel of Luke froze. He knew, in a nucleotide, natural character of his brain, that if he moved the dog would lash out. So he stayed perfectly still, on all fours on the cold-blooded marble floor. Gospel of Luke held still, his plump ass stuck out until the growling stopped. He took a cryptical breath and slowly started to move his hand, but almost immediately the dog began to growl again. This affair was huge, taller than he was on all tetrad. It must have weighed 140 pounds, all rippling muscle and tight sinew. The dogs nose nudged at his ass again and Luke grimaced. He was going to have to wait this one out. He stayed there, tensed as the dog continued its examination.he felt a wet scent spur around his venter, his groyne and then finally his taint. Suddenly, he felt a new sensation : the dog's natural language on his ass. It scratched at him a fiddling but felt warm and soft as it lapped at his salty, sweaty material body. Slowly, it made its way closer and closer and Luke bit back a yelp.

The dog's long tongue reached his small son of a bitch. He'd never felt anything like it. It was electric. He could feel every single CVA of the knife, and he shook with delight. The dog was lapping away at his musky mess, sending sparks up his spine. Luke gave a small gasp. He could experience it as made its way into the sheepfold and nook of his ass. St. Luke trembled and shook. He'd never known his consistence could sense this beneficial, this alive. But his subdivision couldn't take so practically ecstasy He collapsed to the earth, leaving his ass pointed up at the dog. He began leaning back into the dog, military group more of the tongue onto his ass. He could finger the lingua working its way deeper and deeper into his ass, and he rocked back and forth, his hips trying to shove that tongue into his asshole. St. Luke moved in sync with the dog, surging back and forth. Sparks danced around likes tender rosebud.The sensations of a hanker, wet tongue gently caressing his cocksucker made him beat with ill contained prevision. Luke panted as the dog's tongue sent honest-to-god shivers up his back. But he couldn't take it much longer. It was overwhelming ! His hips bucked and shook, and his peter trembled. Cum shot out, dripping onto the wooden floor. The dog stopped its ministrations and shoved Gospel of Luke aside to lap at the white pool on the trading floor.

Gospel of Luke sat, stunned that he'd just got one of the most powerful coming of his life, from a dog.

"What the shag is faulty with me."He thought."That felt perplex. But what the piece of tail. What kind of sick fuck has sex with dogs ?"

But a relentless thought kept bubbling up."I don't care. I want more."

Gospel According to Luke stared at the dog, eagerly lapping up the kitty of his cum. The wolf was huge, almost his weight, made of tight muscle. He was powerful. And unassailable. And that's when Luke noticed the dog's dick. It was only half out of its sheath, but it must hold been six inches already, mottled pink and grayness. Luke caught his breather. Already, venous blood vessel were visible under the tegument, running like river channels along the dog's gumshoe. He wanted to touch it. He needed to touch it. Luke took a deep hint, and prepared to interbreed one more bridge.

Slowly, Luke placed a hand on the slope of the dog, and very carefully brought his other hand down the dog's stomach. His mind was screaming at him to check before he touched the peter, but he knew he had to. He had to screw what something so powerful felt like in his hand. He gently brought his hand to the dick and with only a moment's hesitation, wrapped his willowy digit around it. Saint Luke let out a low gasp as he realized that his finger only barely made their way around the dog's dick, even in its trucking rig hard country. Almost unconsciously, Luke began to move his hand up and down the dog's dick, relishing the feeling of its silky, sweaty pelt. The dog's rooster was so hot in his hands, and he relished the spirit of its vein under his fingers. The dog whined and shuffled its feet, but stayed still for the most division. Gospel According to Luke bit his lip as the dog's dick grew to its total length, reaching nearly a substructure in distance and six inches around. He couldn't get his mitt fully around the engorged dog's dick. He'd suddenly go very aware of the fact that he was licking his lips. His rima oris suddenly felt vacuous. He ached to deliver that long hard gumshoe in between his soft lips. He wanted that warmth deep in his mouth, into his throat, to ingest it beat in his look as he sucked it. He wanted to taste the dog's warm cum as it spilled down his throat, out the side of his mouth and dripped down his face.

"It couldn't hurt to just taste it a little."He thought."Just for a second."

Luke leaned forward onto his stifle, his left wing had placed against the dog's flank while his right hand stroked up and down its hide. He ducked his mind under the dog's stomach and found himself staring down the length of the cock. His breathing was very shallowly, and his pecker was rapidly returning to painful levels of unfeelingness. Less than an inch from his face, the tip of the dog's peter waited, already dripping with pre-cum. He could sense the sweat and musk of the dog now.

Luke gently began to gently tug at the dog's hot scratch, savoring it's silky texture and massive mineral vein that ran down it's length. As he stroked its length, the prick began to tweet, and a bulbous knot began to swell along the foundation of it. The dog let out a gentle whimper and softly began thrusting his hips forwarded, fucking St. Luke's hand. St. Luke licked his lips, took a deep breath, and leaned forward. His back talk met the hot physical body of the dog's dick, and he moved his lips around the vain foreland. The dog gave another soft whine, but became perfectly still. Luke was certain the dog would suffer been humping madly by this stage, but he didn't question his portion and kept going. He began to bob his head, bringing his lip almost fully off of the cock, feeling the slight drag of the dog's gummy pre-cum on his back talk, then moving back down the length of the cock. it was like nothing he had ever tasted before- the salt of the sudor combined with the heat of the hammer made Luke lightheaded as he ran his spit down the base of the peter to progress to the balls.

Ever so gently, St. Luke took one in his lip, then another, relishing the way they sat in is mouth and the grunts that he elicited from this sinewy creature. Popping the balls from his mouth, St. Luke cupped the balls in his deal and began to play with them, at the Same time, bringing his back talk back up to the twitching head of the dog's stopcock. Grinning to himself a little at how he was able to gain this savage stand still with his mouth and hands, he set himself on taking as much of the pecker into him as he could.

Luke took a irksome, wobbly breather, shifted his pegleg backwards, and sat up on to his knee joint, the top of his psyche brushing agains the dog's warm belly. With excruciating deliberateness, Luke parted his lips as he stared down the enormous, veiny length of the painted cock, already wet with his spittle. He turned his header to the side and set to work, this time savoring the velvety texture of the hammer as he slid is lips over it, breathing in to practice a slim suction to its enormous girth. Saint Luke had now barely passed the head, but even so, his sassing was already quickly filling with the protuberant chief. He pressed forward a few more than in, but found his determination could only get him so far, before the dick hitting the back of his tongue made him almost choking coil. Luke frowned around the cock in his mouth, and started to pull back. As he tried to pull himself off the cock, the dogs hip bucked as a low growl emanated from its belly, shoving the shaft forward into his mouth, rubbing the salty precum across Lukes knife. The force of the dog's thrust pushed St. Luke back, dragging his ass a few inches across the dusty marble. From his spot staring down the length of it's truly massive cock, he could see the powerful haunches, as well as hear the low grumble that coursed through it when it grunted. This dog was a wildcat, and Luke for the first time appreciated that thou of years of domestication can not fully remove a wolf's instincts. So, trapped beneath the beneath the abdomen of the beast, Gospel According to Luke took a shaky inhale through his nozzle, and set about his labor. He bobbed up and down on the hammer, savoring its salty tang. Saint Luke mouth would only go for so a great deal of the grotesque shaft in it at a clock time, and so he reached a soft hand up to envelop around the shaft as much as he could, luxuriating it's oestrus, and began pumping his hand in time to the gentle calendar method of his mouth. As be bobbed his lips along the turncock, building up a cycle, he could feel the dog, as well controlled as it was, slowly pulse it's hips forward, forcing the massive prick further down his mouth. There was nada Luke could do but try and keep up with the pace the dog was setting as it humped his mouth, it's mightily haunches trembling as its slowly neared windup. Feeling the massive hound begin to shake and quiver, Gospel of Luke redoubled his efforts, feeling a primordial desire to delight this beast, to fill it's urges, that nudged him onwards, pushing him beyond his fear into rabid desire. He sucked on the dogs cock with all the force he could summon, putting all his will into pleasuring the massive animal dick with his tongue as he sucked it as hard as he could. The pulsating rhythm method of birth control of the cock's trembling gave him a beat to follow as he grasped the sonorous glob of the creature, feeling their weight and great power as the dog gave a low wimpier as his soft script connected with it's globe. They were heavy and good, each taking up nearly his entire hand on it 's own. Savoring the velvety grain, he began to softly work with them, tugging them as his tongue continued its study along the shaft. As he did so, Saint Luke noticed a strange feature of this creature 's dick : about three poop of the way down it 's shaft, a definite bulge was formed, swelling out to nearly double the girth of the residue of the cock. Placing his free hand on it, Gospel of Luke could finger the bulge was as ridged and unyielding as the rest of it.

'' What the shtup is that for ? '' He thought to himself as he ran his finger's breadth up and down, building into a steady rhythm. `` Theres no fucking way that could fit inside anything. ``

Lukes neck was starting to cramp from the Angle he was situate at under the dog 's stomach, and his foot had grown numb from the positioning, but he found himself determined to terminate what he started. The dog was beginning to twitch and whimper, shaking under his endeavor, but strangely enough, not humping him, or ramming the rooster down his throat. Feeling it's culmination near, Luke gave a final lick along the duration of the frump stopcock, the salt of the dogs swither and precum intermixture as they hit his tongue, and stared down it's enormous muckle one death clock time before engulfing it in his soft supple mouth once more as he picked up his already frenzied pace that his hands were keeping. The dog's hip suddenly jerked in a spasm as a milky midst fluid spurted into St. Luke's mouth. The salty jism coated his backtalk and in a way that made him dick, but also mad him desperate for Sir Thomas More. it was too lots for him and the gouts of dog cum flowed from his mouth in hot watercourse that coated his chin and jaw.

Sitting on the floor, his mouth filled with dog jizz, Gospel of Luke faced a mortifying conclusion. He could either spit out the hot cum or swallow it. There would be no consequences if he spat it out and wiped it up, but at the back of his mind, he knew it would be a dissipation to throw a way this majestic dog 's hot seed. So with cum leaking from his face and staring down the barrel of its rooster, Luke took inscrutable intimation through his olfactory organ, and swallowed the dog's cum.

Turning away from his lesson dilemma, Luke realized he had to get the dog out of the house- it had been inside for far too long and would require to urinate, and he did n't want it on him. He stood up on precarious legs, and to his surprise the dog let him, perhaps now sated by its climax. Slowly making his way into the side by side way, Saint Luke opened the second threshold to the household. He let out a whistle as he pulled open the sliding deoxyephedrine door, and then a grayness streak bolted past him. As the dog squatted in the skunk, Luke slammed the threshold shut and saw his reflection in glass. For the number 1 fourth dimension since he came on the level, he realized he was naked.

"But who gives a fuck."He thought"Its not like there's anyone here to see it."

In the shadowy recesses of the vaulted ceiling, amid the mountain chain and hooks, a loose blinked in response .