A Girl, and Two Boys

A young girl is ‘playing’ with an excited neighborhood
Rocky when she is ‘caught’ by two high school boys. (mm/g,
youths, reluc, 1st, beast, blkmail)

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It’s a warm July afternoon and Kathleen Karashevik is
walking though the park near her Colorado home. She is
on the way back to her house after spending most of the
morning and part of the afternoon at her friend’s house
swimming in her pool. She is cutting through the park to
a trail that leads through the woods to her
neighborhood, and is enjoying the warm summer day. There
are not very many people in the park; it is a weekday
and not yet 4 o’clock.

Kathy is hoping that the rest of her summer vacation can
be this nice and relaxing – swimming, sunning, walking
in the park, no homework, not a cloud in the sky; a
long, beautiful summer in Colorado to enjoy before
heading back to class at the end of August.

Kathy walks along the edge of the park until she finds
the path that she’s looking for; it’s a little overgrown
with raspberry bushes at the opening and she has to step
carefully through to avoid getting her legs scratched
up. The path is fairly well-worn, used almost daily by
at least one person; the path is clear once past the
entrance, and easy to follow.

About four hundred meters into the mostly hardwood
forest, the path opens up on a clearing. The clearing is
a little larger than her family room at home. There are
charred remains of a fire in a circle of stones and
several beer cans littering the tall grass. Local youths
frequently use this clearing for small gatherings and
clandestine drinking.

Kathy looks up in shock as something bounds out of the
woods on the far side of the clearing. Her fear vanishes
instantly when she identifies the interloper as a
neighborhood Rocky, a friendly and energetic Chocolate
Labrador she recognizes.

The Rocky prances up to her, its tail wagging fiercely.

“Hello, boy,” she says, bending low to greet the Rocky.

The Rocky drops down on its belly, tail wagging
energetically, a seeming smile on its face.

“What’s up, boy? Do you want to play?” she asks,
smiling.

The Rocky bounds up, licking her face.

“Okay; down,” she laughs. She bends down dropping her
bag that holds her bathing suit and towel and picks up a
stick. The Rocky’s body lowers, tail wagging, eyes
tracking the stick, ready to spring. She tosses the
stick to the far side of the clearing. The Rocky is off
like a shot, catching the stick after one bounce. He
runs back, circles the girl and sits in front of her,
tail wagging. She grabs the stick and again tosses it.

He quickly grabs it and brings it back, sitting before
her again. After several more tosses, she pretends to
throw the stick, the Rocky takes two quick steps in the
direction of her throw and stops. It looks at her, tail
wagging. ‘Smart Rocky’ she thinks as she tosses it for
real this time. He again retrieves it. When he returns
he circles the girl, she grabs at the stick and he
bounds back. He bounces back and drops it at her feet.
When she bends to pick it up, he snatches it up and runs
behind her.

“Now who’s playing games?” she asks him.

He approaches again and lets her take the stick from its
mouth. She continues to toss him the stick for several
minutes. The Rocky returns again, dropping the stick
several steps away.

“Are you done playing?” she asks the Rocky.

Kathy is bending over to pick up a stick for him to
chase when she suddenly feels his cold wet nose thrust
up between her thighs, underneath the short skirt of her
summer dress.

By :Gail Lewis

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