Inspiration drove Bobby Russel. He was twenty one and worked as a delevery driver for a Westlake furniture store. Now Bobby sat outside Brenda Poole's house.
She was twenty three and had a little one bedroom house in little Simi Valley. Brenda lived alone with her big white shepherd dog.
Bobby has a problem, he fixates on Brenda. Bobby watches her when she goes shopping at the mall, even follows her when she vists friends or goes to the theater.
Bobby isn't in love with Brenda, he craves her. But Bobby thought Brenda had the problem. She was always with her dog. A big white German Shepherd.
She spent way to much time with the dog, Bobby thought, too much attention for
the dog if you know what he meant.
Today Bobby was going to change all that. When he learned there was a delevery for
Brenda he arranged it so he would make the delevery. And the box was too big for her to lift so he would be needed to carry it inside. She'll be alone with him!
He'd show her why she'd like him better than that white dog.
"Your here at last!" Brenda meet Bobby at the door. She hurried ahead to show him the way. "Please could you take
it to the bedroom?"
The bedroom! Perfect, thought Bobby and followed Brenda. He could see the German Shepherd lying in the living room eyeing him. Bobby could hear a low growl from the dog.
"Right here." Brenda said. Bobby entered the bedroom and sat the box down. As if the dog suspected something he stood up and started to walk toward the bedroom. Bobby kicked the door shut.
He pushed Brenda back toward the bed. Bobby pulled his shorts down to his ankles. He was ready for her.
Bang! Bobby heard the dog crash into the door then begin scratching furiously.
Bobby laughs, "Now I'll show you'll want me instead of that dog!"
But Bobby now heard a new noise. The dog was ratteling the door knob! Bobby looked behind him, he could see the knob turn.
No! The door opened and the dog was flying across the room. The dog slamed Bobby down. Brenda got off the bed and opened the door preparing to leave. The dog was very strong.
Straddling Bobby from behind, locking his front legs around Bobby's chest and used leverage to force Bobby onto his knees, Bobby's face smashed into the rug. The white dog growled in his ear warning him not to fight. Then Bobby felt the dog penetrating him.
Before Brenda closed the door and left she said. "The dog? Me and him? You gotta be kidding. He doesn't even like girls."
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