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Monsters in My Bed and Other Stories
Forward by   Bring Your Own Bob

Copyright 2008 Rachael Ross All Rights Reserved rache696@yahoo.com



Forward
by  Bring Your Own Bob


Rather than waste a lot of time talking about how great this
collection of short fiction is; or how talented and inspired the bitch
who wrote it can be when she puts her little blonde brain to doing
something worthwhile; and instead of analyzing and discussing the
dichotomy of Religion and Humor, or the seeming paradox between Humor
and Love...Let me tell you what happened to me!

It was a Friday. I remember it well because I was sitting in front of
the television licking my balls. I glanced at the clock, but time
means very little when your hungry and I was ready to eat a horse.
Where the hell was she?

"Gab gawb wup ab haw!" she said and I was right there at the door to
greet her.

The bitch never made a whole lot of sense and I think she got
frustrated because I didn't listen to her, but honestly, what was the
point? She reached out for me and stroked my face lovingly. We'd been
together a long time. I caught her dark eyes looking into mine and
they always bothered me for some reason. I could never look into them
for very long and she knew it. The bitch teased me with little games
like that and I found it somewhat annoying, but I was happy to see her
too. I missed her when she was gone.

And then I caught a whiff of something else. Something not her.

"What the hell's that?" I demanded, taking a deep breath through my
nose and I didn't expect an answer.

I knew what that smell was. It was that randy sex kitten who lived
next door. She was a nasty piece of work, that one. She liked to prowl
the neighborhood after sunset, shaking her tail for any old Tom who
wanted her. The little minx liked it too. You could hear the
caterwauling halfway down the block when she was getting some love. It
kept me up half the night and telling the slut to shut the hell up
never did any good, believe me. All my complaining ever got me was a
smack upside the head, like it was my fault!

But what was really bothering me now was knowing that the woman I
loved had stooped so low as that. I wanted to ask why, but the ripe
scent of that pussy was too strong and it made me sneeze, shaking my
head and blinking hard. It was all over her fingers and the bitch
didn't even know it. Or maybe she did. I wondered briefly if she
wasn't teasing me with it, the way those fingers were shoved in my
face. The way she was smiling and licking her lips, like she knew a
great secret and was just waiting for me to figure it out.

Thankfully, she soon tired of tormenting me with her infidelity and I
followed the bitch into the kitchen. She was opening a can of
something. I didn't know what it was, but it smelled good anyway and
my mouth was already watering. She was talking too, but who gives a
fuck what she was saying? The can opener was growling sweetly and the
soft metallic ting of the lid springing free was music to my ears.

Whatever else I might say about her, the bitch could cook!

She put my dinner in my favorite bowl and I forgave her for playing
with the neighbor's pussy. Once my belly was full and she'd washed her
hands, well...I'd soon forget all about her cheating ways. Life was too
short to hold a grudge and besides, the woman might want to play with
a little pussy on the way home, but home was where she was sleeping
every night.

Later, while we watched television before going to bed, the bitch
played with my ears and I knew I was a pretty lucky dog.



BYOB - Kitchen, July 2008

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