Zejak Rhodesian Ridgebacks
I know you love it,” I growled in his ear, now stop crying like a little girl and tilt your head back.” Punk sobbed but did his best to comply, turning his face up toward me over his left shoulder, as I leaned forward and fastened my lips tightly and greedily over his.
On the day I chloroformed Punk, grabbed him, tied him up and gagged him, and stuffed him into the storage space underneath the bunk in my sleeper-cab, I’d put a good hundred miles between us and the Indiana town where I’d found him, before pulling into a…