"Things were okay for another couple weeks. But I started having dreams. Very vivid, real dreams – about Bo. I kept seeing him jumping in the window and jumping up on the bed – in my dreams. And I was shameless. I pulled him down under the covers next to me and pressed up against him. He was very warm and I hugged him and I was naked against him."

"I played with his cock and slid down under the covers and put my cheek next to that long tube of a cock. He smelled very doggy and dirty under there, but I didn't care."

"In those dreams I did weird, awful things. One time I was under the covers and I had his cock in my fist next to my face, and he was jabbing away, and I put my mouth over the end of it. Try sticking your finger into your mouth – no, try sticking your finger in rancid butter and then sticking it in your mouth and jabbing it in and out real fast, as fast as you can! That was what it was like in my dream – and then suddenly the covers were jerked away and there was my dead mother glaring down at me. She had eyes of fire that burned right through me."

"She didn't say a thing. I just shriveled up. And Bo was suddenly gone and I was alone and awake and crying."

"But those dreams didn't stop me. I loved Bo. I kept thinking about his tongue licking between my legs… and the tremendous sensations it gave me."

"So… I guess it had to happen eventually… I got up one night and checked to see that Dad was zonked out on pills and I went out and brought Bo into my room."

"He was nervous at first so I just petted him and got him used to jumping up on the bed. I didn't try any sex with him. I just soothed him and lay against his warmth and was quiet. And I talked to him, too, low and confidential. I told him all my secrets."

"After a couple hours I took him back to his run."

"The next night I got him again, around midnight, and took him into my room… and up on my bed. I couldn't get him to stay under the covers. It was too warm for him. So I used him to keep my naked body warm. It was a beautiful thing we had. He was very well behaved. He licked my face a little, and I petted him, but he didn't get excited sexually unless I was. I guess it was my smell that turned him on if I was worked up."