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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Lupine Dreams--Chapter 5 (fant-rom-best-Mwerewolf/F)
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WARNING: This story contains adult material. If you aren't supposed to
read stuff like this, then don't.

Story Notes: This is a work of fiction. All characters are purely the
work of my over-active imagination. The places might be real, but all
details are FICTION!

Author's Note: I am reposting this because I fixed some faults with the
formating and some grammatical mistakes. I tried to edit it as best I
could. For those of you who have already read this chapter, there are
some word changes, but the story is unchanged. I have also reposted these
fixed chapters on the {ASSTR} website under the author listing:
Islador/Lupine Dreams

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Lupine Dreams----Chapter 5       Author:  Islador



They had been looking into each other's eyes for several seconds,
basking in the love that each had for the other.  Nikki stood up
straight and looked over at the table, and then back at
Dagomarus.
  
"You want me up on that table, don't you?  I am to serve myself
up for you to ravish me with that wonderful tongue of yours?"  

He opened his mouth and ran his tongue over his teeth, smacking
his chops.  She giggled and blushed.  

"Very well, then.  I offer myself up to you.  But, I want to
watch."  

With that, she walked over and picked up the blanket, folded it
and placed it on top of the table.  Next, she picked up her
sleeping bag and put it on the table, leaving it rolled up so she
could use it to recline against.  She turned, put her butt on the
table and scooted back a little.  Lounging back she looked at
Dagomarus and raised an eyebrow.  

"Eat me, fuzzy-face"
 
He had watched her every move as she put the blanket on the table
and then the sleeping bag.  When she had scooted up onto the
table and lain back, his eyes went right to her center.  He still
marveled at its beauty.  The puffy mons, the ruddy-pink flesh of
her lips extending out past them; the cone ridge of her hood
covering that precious nubbin inside.  He could see just a hint
of moisture at the seam of her lips.  When she said, 'Eat me,
fuzzy face.'  His attention whipped up to her face, his jaw
dropped and his tongue hung out slack.  

This was beyond his experience; he had never had a human look at
him with that kind of lust before, and then to say something like
that.  He was in shock.  She wanted him to eat her?  He loved
her, but not as food, as a friend-- a lover!  Why would she want
me to do that to her?  He didn't want to hurt her at all, and he
knew full well, that request was beyond the pale.  Did she think
that if I bit her and brought her close to death that she would
become like me?  Is that what she is asking me to do?  NO! I
won't do that to her!

She got a kick out of watching his face go slack when she said
that, but the longer he stared at her the more that look changed
from shock to horror to abject fear.  He was terrified, and he
was shaking his head back and forth, backing up.  He was whining
and growling at the same time.  

"Dagomarus, what's wrong?  I thought you wanted to do that to me?
 I want you to do that to me!  I want to feel your tongue on me!"
 

Then it hit her, what she had said, and the fact that his
reaction was so violent.  Twentieth century euphemisms would be
lost on someone who had spent the last hundred years running the
wild mountains of Montana.  He had taken her at the literal sense
of that statement.  

"Dagomarus!  Hey!  Calm down!  I didn't mean THAT!!  Silly!  I
want you to LICK ME!!" 

 He finally caught on that she was talking to him and it brought
him out of his terror.  He looked at her face and cocked his
head.  

"Hey, you big silly beast!  I asked you to lick me, 'eat me' is
slang for that!"  

The look of understanding washed over him, he sagged in relief
when he realized his error.  He stepped up to her and licked her
face and then draped his head over her shoulder, pulling her into
him.  She hugged him back.  Whispering in his ear, 

"Silly monster, I want that tongue on me, in me, all over me! 
And if you're careful, you can graze those huge teeth across my
skin."  

She let go of him, pulled back so that she was looking into his
eyes along his muzzle and licked the end of his nose like he was
so fond of doing to her.

Dagomarus bathed in her scent, her sultry voice in his ear, and
the scorching look she gave him and then licking his nose.  He
shuddered with excitement and felt his chest tighten with such
strong emotions; he loved her!!  He nosed her chin, pushing her
back onto the rolled up sleeping bag.  He sat down and stared
into heaven.  Her legs were dangling off the edge of the table,
her feet twitching in anticipation of what he was about to do to
her.  He watched her spread her toes and wiggle them, as if to
say, come get me!  So he did.  

Hunching down, he snaked his tongue out and curled the tip up
behind her heel and then pulled it the entire length of her foot,
caressing it, then he pulled it up through her toes, flexing it
as he finished.  The sensation of him doing that to her foot made
it very hard for her to sit still.  She loved the feel of that
massive tongue on her feet, but the intensity was so great, she
nearly leapt out of her skin.  

"OHHH GOD!  That feels so incredible!!"  

He did the same to her other foot.  Her moans were almost
unintelligible at this point.

He ran his tongue up the inside of her calf, reveling in the
texture and taste of her skin.  He did the other leg, and when he
got to her knee, he hooked his tongue underneath and caressed the
underside of her leg.  

"WHOOO HOO HOO!!  That's VERY sensitive back there!!"  

When she nearly came off the table when he licked that part of
her leg, he backed off a little.  He needed her on the table, not
grabbing the ceiling joists.  He caressed the insides of her
thighs, rubbing them with his whiskers after licking them.  She
was twitching and breathing hard.  The moisture coming from her
lips was dripping down the crack of her butt, pooling on the
table beneath her.  He breathed in her musky scent, searing the
inside of his nostrils.  He ran his tongue up the side of her
thigh, right at the junction of her mons.  He could taste the
sweat that had collected there.  He did the other side next.  

He opened his mouth and grabbed her left thigh between his jaws,
just putting light pressure into her flesh; and then he proceeded
to graze her flesh with his teeth as he closed his mouth.  Her
moans were getting louder and her whole body shuddered.  He did
the same thing to her right thigh.  Just as his teeth left little
red streaks on her pale flesh and he pulled back, he pushed his
tongue along her thigh.  This time the moan that came out of her
mouth had just a hint of frustration in it.  

"Get on with it, lover boy!  Stop teasing me and LICK ME!" 

 He looked up at her face and saw nothing but raw lust.
  
He pushed up on his front legs, using his tail for balance, and
placed his front paws on top of her thighs, curling his toes and
digging in his claws just enough for her to feel them.  She
watched him with interest, but he could tell she was getting
impatient.  He lowered his muzzle right into her entrance,
feeling the moisture run out of her and down his chin.  He opened
his jaws just enough for his tongue to slide through.  Stiffening
the tip, he rapidly pushed his tongue right into her tunnel,
spreading her swollen lips apart, not stopping until he could
feel the hardened muscle of her cervix.  

Rolling his tongue around the ring, he hooked his tongue and
pulled it back into his mouth, rubbing the roof of her tunnel as
he did so.  He found what he was looking for, that special little
patch of bumpy flesh just underneath her clit.  He didn't know
what it was called, but he knew from the past, that whenever he
rubbed that spot inside a woman, she went nuts.

Her eyes nearly popped out of her skull when he pushed his tongue
into her.  The rush of blood to her center and the intense
sensation of that prehensile tongue wiggling inside her sent her
right to the edge of the cliff.  When he ringed her cervix, she
was almost over it, but when he hooked that tongue and pulled it
back out, she went screaming over the edge.  

When she felt him rub and circle a spot inside her, there was a
different kind of pressure that suddenly built up.  She felt like
she suddenly had to pee, but not quite.  The sensation just kept
getting tighter and then it broke loose.  The rush that she felt
emptied her belly and it all went out her pussy.  She felt her
pussy spasm and a jet of liquid squirted out of her.  Her orgasm
went through the top of her head.  Her vision blurred, she felt
herself screaming, but oddly it sounded distant to her ears. 
Another gigantic spasm ripped through her body and then nothing
she passed out.

He was listening to her scream, but he knew it was all pleasure
on her part.  When he started wiggling his tongue over that
special patch, she went into seizures.  The squirting liquid went
right into his mouth and he savored every drop.  Then something
strange happened, her body locked up and then the most powerful
scream yet ripped out of her mouth.  It seems to come all the way
from her pubic bone up her chest and burst out of her mouth. 
Then nothing, she went limp.  He pulled his tongue out of her and
looked up at her face.  It was peaceful; she was still smiling. 
He saw her chest go up and down, so he knew she was still alive.
He could hear her heart beating, very rapid but strong. 
 
Her body shook and then she woke up.  She shuddered again and
then curled up her legs and wrapped her arms around them.  This,
of course, showed him her full glory, open and very wet.  Bright
red and still flexing; the opening winking at him.  Her clit was
poking out from under its hood.  She was curling and flexing her
toes in the air.  Her breathing was rapid and shaky.  She finally
sat up, rolling forward.  She looked into his eyes.  Hmm...so
that's what they mean when they say 'Sparks shooting from her
eyes.' he thought to himself.
  
"I don't know what to say.  That has to be the single most
intense moment I have ever experienced.  You just keep getting
better and better, lover."   

Her voice was ruff and scratchy, barely above a whisper, but it
was dripping with emotion, love and lust.  Noticing that she was
sitting in a puddle of her own juices, she slid off the table. 
She almost collapsed; her knees were still weak.  She slowly
stood up straight, but she had to hold the edge of the table to
do it.  

"I'll find a towel and clean that up."  

Before she could take one step, he stood up and lowered his head
to the table and proceeded to lap up every drop on the table. 
She watched him do this with bemused fascination.  Nobody had
ever been that enthusiastic about her juices.  When he was done
with the table, he stepped back and dropped his head to her butt
and licked each cheek.  When his tongue snaked up her crack and
touched her rosebud, she squealed and jumped.  

"WHEEEHOOHOOHOO!!!  That's a little sensitive there, pal."  

He put a mental check mark next to that one.  He'd make her
scream with pleasure again from that one he was sure of.

She was still smiling at him when she said that, her hand
covering her butt.  She noticed the calculating look his face got
when she said that, but she let it slide.  She knew that he would
never hurt her.  Out of the corner of her eye, she caught
movement.  She tilted her head to the side and looked underneath
him.  There it was, huge, red and bobbing up and down with his
heartbeat.  She was still frightened with its size, but she
willed herself to really look at it this time.  It was dripping a
clear fluid and it was leaving a puddle on the floor.  He started
to retract it; when she looked at him, she shook her head.  

"No, that's okay.  I want to look at it." 

 He let the muscles relax and it slid back out of the sheath
completely.  She walked over to his side and knelt down. 
Lowering herself so that she was sitting on her feet, she reached
up to touch it, but stopped just before doing so.  She looked up
at him, 

"Can I touch it?  It won't hurt if I do, right?"  

He didn't know which to answer first; finally he decided to show
her his answer.

He flexed his stomach muscles and flipped it right into her hand.
 She jumped, but hung on to it.  The first thing she thought when
she grabbed it was how hot it was to the touch, way warmer than
she expected.  Then she noticed that the fluid dripping out of
the end didn't slow down.  She reached up with her other hand and
caught some of it.  She rubbed her fingers together, noticing how
slick it was.  She moved the hand that was holding it and slid it
up so she could get some of this fluid onto those fingers as
well.  

She looked at the shape of his cock, it was different than she
was used to looking at.  His was tapered at the tip, almost to a
point, then it swelled in the middle and then tapered back again
to a slight bulge before going back into his sheath.  The texture
was completely different as well.  It was slick, shiny smooth. 
There were lots of blood vessels on the surface, and then she
realized that's what gave it that bright red color.  The
underlying skin was almost white, but with thousands of tiny
blood vessels, it turned bright red.
  
She was exploring him, looking at everything, touching
everything.  She noted that his sack was black, just like the
skin under all that fur.  However, it was smooth too.  She was
used to pink and wrinkly.  She reached under him between his legs
and hefted his sack, noting that it was hot to the touch as well.
 It was the largest pair of balls she had ever held in her hand.
Granted, she hadn't had that many boyfriends, but these were more
than just a handful.  

She brought her hand back to his shaft and rewetted it with the
fluid dripping from its tip.  Slicking both hands up, she began
to slide them up and down the length of his shaft.  'Jesus!  This
thing has to be almost ten inches long and over two inches
thick!' she thought to herself.  'I never dated a porn star
before!'  When she had that thought, she giggled and blushed. 
She looked up at his face to see what his reaction was.  He
looked down at her and just raised an eyebrow.

She continued to stroke him, periodically rewetting her hands
with his pre-cum to keep them slick.  She was watching the rest
of his body respond.  The muscles in his stomach contracted and
his hips began to thrust forward in time with her stroking.  She
picked up the pace of her stroking, squeezing her hands around
his massive shaft.  The amount of pre-cum dripping out of the end
of his shaft increased as well.  

As her pace quickened, it started spurting out in time with his
thrusts.  She could hear his chest rumbling and he would
occasionally grunt when she squeezed him.  The next thing she saw
was that the base of his shaft started to swell.  It kept getting
larger and larger, and so did her eyes.  She kept increasing the
pace and squeezing him constantly now.  The bulge at the base of
his shaft had swelled to the size of a baseball.  'Christ! And
I'm supposed to be able to take that!' she thought to herself. 
His hips were jabbing forward now and the pre-cum was almost a
constant stream.
  
Suddenly his shaft jumped in her hands and she nearly lost her
grip.  Then it started squirting a thick white fluid.  It shot
out and hit her on the chin, the next few spurts hit her on the
chest, then on her arms and then her hands as she covered the tip
with her fingers.  He had grunted deep in his chest with every
spurt, until it subsided into a deep rumble.  The shaft continued
to dribble the white fluid, and then it eventually stopped.  It
throbbed in her hands, his heartbeat causing it to swell with
each beat.  

His sides were heaving rapidly as his breath rushed in and out of
him, his tongue hung loosely out of the side of his mouth.  His
eyes were glazed over and he was staring up at the ceiling.  She
looked down at herself and all the fluid that was on her.  It
dripped off her breasts, running down her stomach and into the
thin patch of her pubic hair.  She felt it trickle down her lips
and begin to drip onto the floor.  

The shear amount of fluid stunned her.  She had never seen so
much cum shoot out of anybody.  There had to be a quart of it all
over her and the floor!  She was still holding his shaft in both
hands.  As she watched the bulge at the base began to shrink. 
After a few minutes, it was back to normal size and his shaft
started to withdraw from her fingers and slip back into its
sheath.

She looked at her hands; they were covered with his cum. 
Curious, she slowly brought one hand up to her nose and sniffed
it.  It didn't have a strong smell like she expected.  She opened
her mouth and touched the tip of her tongue to one of her
fingers.  She rolled the fluid around on her tongue and then
swallowed, noting that yes; it was salty and slightly bitter, but
not as bad as she had feared.  It didn't really have any taste,
more texture than anything.  It was slick, but not nearly as
thick as her previous boyfriends.  She looked up at him and
noticed he was watching her intently.  Meeting his gaze she
brought her hand up to her mouth and began to lick her fingers
clean.  He snorted and rumbled.

When she had cleaned both hands off with her tongue, she looked
down at the rest of it all over her and then smiled.  Looking
back up to his face, 

"I need a bath."  

She stood up and walked over to her pack, pulled out her cooking
pot and filled it with water.  She took it over to the fireplace
and using one of the remnants of the logs shifted some coals
around and set the pot into them.  While she was waiting for the
water to heat up, she walked back over to him.  

"Do you always cum in buckets like that?  Oh, and another thing,
is that bulge on your shaft supposed to fit in here?"  

She pointed down to her crotch as she said it.  He looked at her
and started nodding his head, grinning.  She cocked an eyebrow. 

"You've done that with other girls haven't you?"  

He caught the undercurrent in her voice.  She was frightened, but
there was a tinge of jealously in there too.  He stopped grinning
and gave her solemn expression, nodding.

"Did they enjoy it?" 

He nodded again.  

"It didn't rip them apart?"  

He shook his head this time.  

"Hmmm...Let me think about this for awhile."  

With that she went back over to her pot of water and tested it
with her finger.  She pulled it out of the coals and dipped a
washcloth into it and proceeded to wash all his cum from her
body.

He watched her for a few minutes, again marveling at her body. 
She was perfect.  He turned away before the sight of her caused
him to slip something out and have her get mad at him and ruin
the 'mood'.  He looked out the window and noticed how late in the
day it was.  He padded out the door and went to get more
firewood.  He knew that once the sun went down behind the
mountains, it cooled off rapidly.  He brought back a large piece
and went to retrieve more.  When he had several pieces next to
the fireplace he went back to the doorway.  

Stepping outside, he sniffed the air.  He walked over to the end
of the small porch and did it again.  The breeze was coming from
the direction of the trail.  He sniffed again.  Yep, engine
exhaust.  Someone else was up here.  He didn't hear any footsteps
yet, so at least they were a ways off.  He spun around and went
back inside.  He padded over to her clothing, picked up the whole
pile in one bite and carried over to where she was just finishing
up her sponge bath.  She looked up when he dropped it at her
feet.  

"What, you want me dressed now?  I thought you liked looking at
my body?"  

She started to smile, then the look in his eyes and the
expression there stopped her.

"What is it?  What's wrong?"  

He swung his head around and jutted his nose in the direction of
her vehicle and then looked back at her.  

"Someone's out there?"  

He nodded vigorously.  

"Oh, shit!  Who could be out here today?"  

He just looked at her and then turned his nose to his healed
wound and back to her.  Her eyes got real big.  

"OH NO!  How?  They wouldn't know you were up here.  My truck is
at the end of the fire trail.  Maybe somebody was just out for a
drive and saw it parked there.  Maybe they will just turn around
and leave."  

He didn't think so, but there was always hope.

He went back out to the porch while she got dressed.  He sniffed
the air again.  No hope today.  There was someone out there.  He
smelled leather and sweat, male sweat.  He didn't smell any
gunpowder, so maybe that meant it wasn't one of the hunters.  He
kept sniffing the air, trying to learn more about the person
walking towards them.  The only thing else he could smell was
mint.  He had no idea what that meant.  When he heard the first
crinkling of the pine needles under boots, he went back inside. 
She was pacing back and forth across the room.  Her hands
flittering nervously in front of her.  Her hair streaming out
behind her as she paced.  She looked up when he came back into
the cabin.  

"They're coming here aren't they?"  

He nodded.  

"What do we do?"  

He shrugged and shook his head.  He walked over to her and put
his muzzle in her face, slipped his tongue out and licked her
lips.  He rumbled and then put his muzzle against her cheek.  He
pulled back and looked at her.  She was smiling and he could tell
she had calmed down.  She reached out with both hands cradling
his massive jaws in her hands, and kissed the end of his nose.  

"I love you so much, fuzzy-face.  Thank you, I needed that."  

He rumbled his pleasure at her using the nickname for him.  They
both turned at the sound of someone shouting outside.  

"Anybody in there?  Is everybody all right?  Do you need any
help?"  

They turned and looked at each other and sighed at the same time.
 

"Let's get this over with and hopefully we can get back to doing
what we want to do."  

She walked with her arm over his shoulders and stepped up to the
door.  When they got to the doorway and looked out in the fading
light, they saw a tall man in a green uniform looking around the
side of the cabin.  When he heard them step up to the door he
turned and looked at them.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!"  

He fell on his ass trying to back away from the porch.  They
looked at him and then each other and then back at the Ranger. 
She busted out laughing and she could feel the rumble through her
arm and her ribcage that Dagomarus was laughing too.  The Ranger
looked at the two of them standing there laughing at him and then
looking down at where he was and his own predicament and grinned.
 

"Jesus lady!  You and that giant dog of yours scared the shit out
of me!"  

She could feel Dagomarus tense at being called a dog, but she
squeezed his shoulders to stop him from doing anything rash.  The
Ranger stood up and brushed off his pants.  He looked back up at
them, 

"Are you okay?"  Nikki grinned at him, "Yes.  Are you?"

"Yeah, I'll live."  

The Ranger studied them for a few seconds.  

"That wouldn't happen to be your former campsite I found back
down the road a ways would it?"  

Nikki considered lying to the Ranger, but judging from the look
he was giving her, she didn't think it would work.  

"Yes, it was.  I got attacked by a grizzly."
  
"Uh huh.  I assume that your pet there took care of the grizzly?"


His eyes went from her face to Dagomarus and then back.  

"Yes, he saved my life.  If it wasn't for him, it'd be my carcass
you would have found today."  

The Ranger looked right into her eyes, trying to see if she was
lying, but he didn't see anything.  He new something wasn't quite
right about these two, but he couldn't figure out what.  Granted,
that fucking dog was huge, but there was something else.  He
looked at the 'dog' again and then he saw it.  The eyes, they
held too much intelligence to be just a dog's eyes, they looked
right into him and he got the distinct impression that if he made
the wrong move, he'd never make it back to his truck alive.  He'd
never looked into an animal's eyes and seen his own death before;
it frightened him, right to his soul.  His blood turned to ice
water and his bowls felt like they had turned to stone.  He
suddenly realized the woman was talking to him again.

"Look, Mr. Ranger, I really appreciate you looking in on me, but
as you can see, I've got a protector.  So if there isn't anything
else, I think I want to get some sleep, okay?"

"Uh, uh, yeah, sure thing lady.  Whatever you say.  I have to get
back to my rounds now anyway, so I'll just be leaving now."  

He started walking towards the trail, but he didn't break eye
contact with Dagomarus.  He finally got to the point where he was
either going to walk into a tree or he was going to have to watch
where he was going.  The Ranger finally turned his head and
without quite running, hauled his ass out of the area as fast as
he could.
  
"He knows, doesn't he?"  

She looked down at Dagomarus and he nodded.  

"Then I guess the honeymoon is over, love.  We need to get things
packed up and get out of here ourselves."   

He shook his head.  He turned and nosed her into the cabin, and
then he went back outside.  He was going to follow that Ranger
back to his vehicle.  He wanted to see how much trouble they
really might be in.

Now he was in his element.  It was nighttime and the forest was
quiet.  He quickly followed the Rangers scent trail; it wasn't
difficult.  The Ranger was pumping out massive amounts of fear
pheromone and he followed it easily, it was like a giant beacon
in the dark.  He didn't make a sound running through the forest.
His paws always finding that perfect spot that wouldn't crunch
when his weight hit.  

It didn't take him long before he caught up to the ranger.  He
slowed down to a crawl, slipping behind a massive pine tree to
keep out of sight.  The Ranger had a flashlight out and was
frantically waving it around.  Dagomarus slipped from tree to
tree, staying about twenty-five paces behind the Ranger.  The
Ranger never heard him.  

When the Ranger finally made it back to his truck, he yanked the
door open and jumped in, slamming the door.  He cranked the motor
over, nearly flooding it in his panic, but it coughed to life and
he slammed it into gear.  He spun the truck around and gunned it,
creating a rooster tail of dirt and pine needles behind the rear
tires.  

Then Dagomarus saw him reach down and pick something up and put
it to his mouth.  VAE!!!  The bastard was calling his buddies,
and he knew those buddies would have guns.

He spun around and flew back to the cabin as fast as his four
legs could go.  When he reached the cabin a few seconds later,
Nikki was waiting for him on the porch.  One second she was
standing alone looking out into the dark; the next she had three
hundred pounds of gray wolf huffing in her face.  She jumped.  

"Jesus!  How did you do that?"  

He didn't bother to try and answer her; he grabbed her jacket and
pulled her forward.  He let go so she wouldn't fall, and leaped
off the porch and landed ten feet away.  He looked back at her
and grunted.  

"That bad, huh?"  

She picked up the pack and started down the steps.  He grabbed
the pack from her hands, squeezing it between his huge jaws.  He
squatted down and looked over at her, then waved his head,
motioning for her to come over to him.  

"What?"  

He lowered himself to the ground and looked at her again, this
time his eyes pleading with her to understand.  She did. 

"You want me to ride on your back?  Won't I be too heavy?"  

He rolled his eyes and grunted.  

"All right, I'll climb on."  

She wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed her legs
together holding onto his ribcage.  
"Okay?"  

He didn't answer.

He took off like a shot, causing her to whoop and grab on even
tighter.  He was weaving in and out of the trees, trying to keep
her from falling off his back.  A few minutes later they were at
her truck.  She grabbed her keys and climbed in.  She was
expecting Dagomarus to climb up into the bed, but he stood there
looking at her.  

"Hurry, love.  You need to get in."  

He looked at her with a tear rolling out of one eye.  He shook
his head.  

"Why?  Why can't you get in?  You have to!  They'll hunt you
down."  

He snorted and shook his head.  They'll never find me if I don't
want to be found.  He nosed her into the truck.  

"Please!!!  Dagomarus!  You can't leave me!"  

He stuck his muzzle in her face and licked her lips, and rubbed
her cheek.  He pulled back and shook his head.  He motioned for
her to start the truck and go.  

"At least will you follow me home?  That way, you'll always know
where to find me."  

He grinned so wide she thought she could see his tonsils.  

"OH!!  I get it!  If you aren't in the truck they can't shoot at
you or even see you!!  I promise not to drive too fast then."  

At this he snorted and shook his head, he motioned for her to
drive as fast as she could.  She started the truck, the low
rumble of the Dodge V8 echoed through the trees.  She gave him
one last kiss on the end of his nose and shut the door.  She put
the big truck in gear and started down the mountain.



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