Message-ID: <4874eli$9710151332@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: gthomas@rocketmail.com Subject: Dodie Has An Accident - True Story Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <3444cd2b.93481955@news.mindspring.com> Dodie Has An Accident Introduction: The following story is true, it all happened several years ago. From my perspective you can believe as much of it as you care to believe or just blow the whole thing off as being some really sick guys imagination working overtime. Yes, maybe I have improvised a little bit, adding in a few details that enhance the happenings, but it did happen, mostly just the way I describe it. Chapter 1: How We Got Toto I was raised in Kansas on a farm. Doesn't everyone in Kansas live on a farm? My family consisted of me, my name is Dan, I was called Danny back then, my parents, and my younger, somewhat rambunctious little sister Dodie. Dodie, well her full name was Dorothy Jean, but we all called her Dodie, except when Mom or Dad got perturbed at her, then it was "Dorothy Jean". I am 7 years older than she is. At the time all of this started she was 8 almost 9, and I was 15 almost 16, as we say on the plains, she was "eight and one-half" and I was "fifteen and on-half". We are your typical All-American, mid-western, church going Baptists, and all in all there was nothing spectacular about us. Just ordinary folks trying to squeeze out a living from 500 acres of dust. Back then there was no such thing as cable TV, VCRs, or Penthouse magazine for that matter. Yeah, I know Penthouse has been around a long time and was probably available somewhere in the world even then, but not in OUR PART of Kansas! We did have a TV, a big old clunker of tubes and poor sound, but it was a color set, probably one of the first ever made. The national networks ran "good family entertainment", nothing sexy, not even suggestive, Mother Clever and the Beaver was my favorite show. Sunday nights, after church of course, we would all set in the "den", as it was called back then, and watch whatever we could get on the set. The closest TV station was in Lawrence about 50 miles away and most of the time the picture on the TV was so bad that it gave you a terrible headache just to watch. Dad was kind of a wizard when it came to making the old set work, or at least we all thought he was. It was a few years later that I figured it out, all he was doing was going outside and turning the antenna toward the station. As well behaved, respectful children Dodie and I did not get to pick very many of the shows we watched. Mom kept track of the TV programs and we watched whatever they would let us. Mom liked to watch all those "special presentations", the Hallmark Hall of Fame and junk like that. Every year, usually in the fall, after school had started, one of the networks, I don't remember which one, would show the "Wizard of Oz". Now there is a show that depicts Kansas as it truly is, even the state motto should be changed to the "Black & White State". Did you ever notice that everything in Kansas is in black and white? The movie only changes to color once Dorothy and Toto get to Oz. Mom really loved that show and would make a point of telling us the week before that it was going to be on. She would even make it "OK" for us to miss church on the night the show was on. Dodie thought it was great too. Mom and Dodie would play "dress up" for the whole week before, Dodie wearing those full dresses, putting her hair up just like Dorothy, it was like a big celebration in preparation for Sunday Night at the Movies. Dad and I just laughed about them as we slopped the hogs, plowed or whatever work we did together, which was a lot, considering that we were a "small family" by Kansas standards. That year after the "Land of Oz" celebration Dodie asked if she could have a dog like Toto. None of us knew exactly what kind of dog Toto was, I am not even sure now, some kind of terrier, Welsh or something like that. Being a country family there was no reason that Dodie couldn't have a pet and Dad said that he'd see what he could do to find one like Toto. It took him a couple of weeks to finally find anything that even closely looked like the scruffy thing on the movie. Dad and Mom had a lot of talks about getting just the right dog for Dodie. Dad wanted to get a "blue healer", a "working dog" he called it. We had a few cows and Dad had seen the neighbor's dog work the cattle and he thought it would be best for the family if the dog could earn his keep. Mom did not want a "big old smelly thing" and neither did Dodie, even though a healer is not a big dog. They insisted that "Dodie's Dog" be just like Toto. I caught on immediately that what they really wanted was another decoration for their yearly "Oz Celebration". As luck goes, even in Kansas, you can sometimes be in just the right place at the right time. One day Dad and I was at the feed mill in town and one of the farmers there was bitching about his wife and her "damned dogs". Everyone was laughing and cutting up about his problems as he was telling the story about how his wife had gone down to Oklahoma to visit her sister and brought back a "poodle". He said that his wife's sister had quite a few of them also and had given one of the older dogs to his wife, a female. When his wife got home from Oklahoma it turned out that the dog was pregnant and within a few weeks they had 6 poodles, the bitch and five little puppies. The puppies were all about 6 months old and had been giving him hell, chasing the chickens and just making all kinds of trouble. His biggest complaint was that they crapped all over his back porch. Dad asked him what the dogs looked like and the man said, "Well, you know that little black dog that is in that movie . . .you know with the tinman . . ."? Dad said, "You mean the Wizard of Oz"? The farmer said, "Yeah, my wife loves that movie and now I got 6 of those little sum-bitches". Dad said, "My daughter wants one of those dogs. Hell, she's driving the whole family crazy about it". Now that was when two fools met. The guy looked at Dad like he was his savior and said, "You come out to my place and I'll give you the whole damned bunch". Dad said, "You got a deal". We all hopped in our various dilapidated "Country Cadillacs", more recognized as two and half ton, grain bed trucks and headed out to his farm to look over the dogs. When we got there the farmers wife met us in the yard. He told her what we were there for and in the beginning I thought they were going to summon up a tornado. She was upset as hell about him giving "her dogs away". Dad told her that he did not want all of them, just one for his daughter. That seemed to calm her down and finally she said, "Well, I guess we got to many anyway. Come on, you can look at them" and motioned for us to follow her around to the back of the house. She had them all penned up on the screened in back porch and there was a lot of dog crap on the porch. The lady said, "They really are nice little dogs, but they chase the chickens and He gets mad", and kind of pointed at her husband. We looked through the screen at the six little dogs. They were all real cute and excited about us and were jumping onto the screen door and making all kinds of racket. A couple of them were lighter in color, but mostly they were darker in color. The lady pointed out the momma dog and said we could have any of them but her. One of them was almost black and Dad without even thinking said, "We'll take that one." The dog he'd picked out was a little bigger than the others and was mostly barking his head off at us while the others were busy wagging around waiting for someone to pet them. The lady said, "Well, I really wanted to keep him . . . ", that was as far as she got because the farmer said, "Shit, Lila we can't keep all these sum-bitches!" She looked kind of hurt and said, "Well, I guess it's OK." And that is the story of how we got Toto for Dodie. Chapter 2: Dodie Meets Toto Dad and I grabbed that dog, even though the damned thing tried to bit me at least three times before we got to the truck, and got out of there fast. As we were driving away the farmer's wife was standing in the yard with her hands all twisted up in the front of her dress. I could see right away that the farmer was going to have a bad time at the supper table. I held that squirmy, half grown puppy all the way home. Both Dad and I knew long before we got there that the dogs name would be "Toto". The trip home was not much fun for me or the dog. He was scared half out of his wits from having never been in a moving vehicle and kept trying to jump out the window on my side. I finally had to roll the window up and he still tried to jump through the glass. That trip home must of made a lifetime impression on him because he never liked me or the old truck again. He didn't want much to do with me ever, even when I fed him a table scrap, he would kind of take it from as far away as he could get. He never did bite me, but he'd growl and get this mean look in his eye anytime I tried to touch him. Of course Dodie instantly feel in love with him and it was the same with the dog for Dodie. She was a rambunctious tomboy and the dog was with her everywhere she went. As the dog got older he got bigger. I think he probably weighed about 20 pounds, big for a poodle. Dodie on the other hand was a small wisp of a girl. At 8 and a half she probably didn't weigh much over 60 pounds and was kind of tall and thin. She played with that dog like it was a babydoll. Dressing him up in clothes that Mom made just for her. At first Dad was pretty adamant about the dog being an "outside dog" but Dodie kept him in the house so much that after awhile it became clear to everyone that Toto was a house dog. She'd take him back to her room and play with him on her bed. If anyone came in he'd try to jump down off the bed and stand between them and Dodie growling and sometimes barking. Dodie thought it was funny and she would jump after him or just hold him real tight to keep him from jumping down. About the only person other than Dodie that the poodle put up with was Mom. I think that was because Mom and Dodie spent so much time in the house together. It was about this same time that Dodie started closing her door when ever she and Toto went into it. It was not a common practice in our house to close your door. I don't know why we didn't close our doors, it was just natural that we didn't. At first I harassed her and Toto by knocking every time I went by. This would set Toto off in one of his barking frenzies and Dodie would jump up and run to the door to see who it was. I'd be long gone by the time she got to the door, laughing about the noise and commotion that I'd caused. Mom caught me several times and finally put a stop to my "being mean" to my little sister. I had to explain that I was just having fun and said that I would not do it anymore. I think the barking dog was upsetting Mom mostly because of all the noise he made. Dodie became very defensive about her room and got to the point that she'd yell at me anytime I came in. I was a little confused by the whole thing and talked to Dad about her reaction. He told me that Dodie was just growing up and it was time for me to start respecting her privacy. So I just blew the whole thing off and stopped everything. I figured what the heck, if she wants to be left alone I'd just leave her alone. It seemed to work and things calmed down around the house. Chapter 3: Toto's A Big Dog Now Again I have to say that most of what happened occurred when Dodie was between 8 and maybe almost 10. Toto had been around the house for about 2 years and was fully grown. Dodie was still just a little girl and had not started to blossom into a young woman. About the most obvious thing that happened as Toto became a "big dog" was that he developed this really bad habit of marking his territory. This pissed Dad off. The first time it happened I thought I was going to die laughing. We'd come in from working around the place and Dad had gone straight in and taken a shower. His nightly routine was to get cleaned up and then head for his favorite chair in the den. After his shower he'd put on a pair of loose fitting pants and a clean shirt and then plod into the den in his barefeet to put on his house slippers that he kept next to his chair. Toto had beaten him to his house shoes, they were completely soaked with dog piss. Dad didn't realize it until he'd slipped his feet into them. I was setting on the couch when he put them on his feet and really wasn't paying to much attention until he said, "God Damn it". Those were really unusual words for Dad. He looked at me and said, "That god damn dog has pissed on my shoes". I started laughing and he just glared at me with his, "This has got to stop look." It didn't stop, in fact it kind of got worse for awhile. Dad was mad. Mom was upset. Dodie was scared that Dad was going to hurt Toto and I was in a constant state of amusement. Dodie's answer to the problem was to never let Toto out of her sight. That seemed to work and the work of Toto settled down into an occasional surprise like when he'd mark Mom's sewing basket, or my baseball glove, but by far his favorite target remained Dad's shoes. Another thing happened that kind of shocked the family. One night we all setting in the den. I was watching the TV, Dad in his chair reading something about farming and Mom was looking at one of her magazines. Dodie and Toto were on the rug in the middle of the room. Toto was actually sleeping beside Dodie as she played with her stuff, dolls or something. Out of the blue, Toto jumps up and begins to jump around Dodie acting like he wants her to play. She just ignored him and he starts kind of scratching at her. She finally gives up and starts playing with him, he's scampering about her and she's laughing pushing him away. The whole family is smiling watching the antics of Dodie and the dog playing. Toto was trying to keep Dodie from pushing him away from her and in so doing manageed to kind of grab her legs between his front paws. I guess it is kind of a natural reaction for a male dog, but as soon as he was able to get a good hold on her, he began to move his hind quarters back and forth like he would with a bitch in heat. Dodie kept laughing and trying to push Toto away, but Toto had different ideas. Finally after what seemed like a long time, but was probably on a few seconds, Dad jumped up from his chair and grabbed Toto. Big mistake, Toto commences to grab Dad back, only he used his teeth, Dad instantly released his hold on Toto. Little blood marks were suddenly popping up on Dad's hand and all he could say was, "The son-of-bitch bite me", which he said about 3 or 4 times. Toto then put himself between Dad and Dodie, prepared to fight for what Toto thinks is his. I believe the whole scenario, as shocking as it was, only meant that Mother Nature was taking her course with Toto. It is to bad that Dad didn't see it that way. Dad slowly worked himself up to real "Daddy Fit". Dodie is crying and saying, "He only loves me, He didn't mean to bit you Daddy." Mom is scared shitless, red as a beet from embarrassment, and totally afraid to say anything. I am just watching the whole show. I could tell the whole situation was something that Dad and Dodie were going to have to resolve and the best thing for me to do was just set and stay quite. Dad finally just looked at Dodie and said, "Well, guess I should not have grabbed him like that. After all he is only an animal, like the stock." Dodie said, "He's not an animal, he's a dog!" Dad didn't know what to say after that and just looked at Mom. Mom said, "Dodie we know that Toto is a dog, he's a good dog too. It's just that he should not be allowed to do that to you." Dodie said, "Mom, he only does that when we play real hard and then I make him stop." Mom looked at Dad and said, "OK, just always make him stop." Dodie said, "OK". One thing about being farm kids is that the way little animals get into the world is clearly understood by a very early age. Animal husbandry, stock reproduction, what ever you want to call it, is a fact of our existence. We know by the time we are 3 or 5 years old exactly how a bull and cow make a calf, how a boar and sow make pigs, how a ram and ewe make a lamb. There is nothing unusual about it. If it did not happen, if we did not want it to happen, if we did not help it to happen, then there would be no life or job known as farming. We depend on it for our very existence, it is the shirt on our backs, the shoes on our feet and the food on our table. The next and perhaps even more astonishing fact is that as dependent as we were on animal reproduction and all the processes there in, human reproduction is exactly the opposite. It is a taboo subject, never to be mentioned, never to be understood, never to be even so much as hinted at, it is considered a loathing or sinful thing to even think about it. So is set the stage for many of the problems of the farmer's daughter. Chapter 4: Toto Finds It Dad was a member of the Grange Association. Mostly he just attended their meetings and occasionally signed something, a petition or paper, that was used to get things done for the farmers and ranchers. Once a year there would be a big conference somewhere in the state, Kansas City, St. Louis or where ever. Dad would usually go to the meeting by himself, they usually lasted two or three days. He'd come home from the meeting and tell Mom all about the people that were there. It was obvious that Mom would have liked to go with him but with the farm to look after and two little kids as well it just wasn't possible. That all changed as Dodie and I grew up. The first time they both went to the meeting, leaving me to watch Dodie and the place, was only a few weeks after the incident with Toto in the den. That year the conference was to be held in Lawrence only a short drive for Mom and Dad and they decided that if something happened around the farm that they could be home in just a little while. The Grange had sent out a real nice brochure explaining all the activities that would take place and Mom was all excited about the trip. She even bought a couple of new dresses, which was really unusual since she usually made all of her own clothes. The meetings actually started on Monday, but they decided to wait until early Monday before they left just so they would be gone one less night and to save the money for the hotel room. Dodie and I were in school and Mom and Dad would not be there when we got home. Mom had made up enough food that we would not have to cook, only take it out of the ice box and heat it up in the oven. She'd been extra careful to make sure that I knew where every thing was and to show me how to light the old stove in the kitchen. Dodie and I were both very excited that we were finally getting old enough for them to trust us to take care of things by ourselves. When we got home from school Dodie went straight in the house and I went out to take care of the chores. A lot of things Dad said we could do when he got back, but I still had to make sure there was plenty of hay out for the stock and everything was as it should be. The chores were actually easier to do than what I normally had to do. When I got finished I went in to the house. Dodie already had our food heated up. I was kind of surprised, but she told me that Mom had shown her many times how to light the old stove. I didn't think it was such a bad deal having my little sister to cook for me and we both were very happy. After we had eaten we just did our normal stuff, homework first, then TV for a little while. About 8:00 o'clock Mom called on the phone and gave me the telephone number of the hotel where they were staying and then asked all kinds of questions about how we were doing. Finally I heard Dad in the background say, "They are doing fine, now let's go have a good time, you deserve it." Mom was laughing and said to me, "OK, Mom and Dad love you both very much and if you have any trouble call us." I said, "OK, Mom we love you too and don't worry." That was it, Me and Dodie were actually being treated as grown-ups, it was great. When I got back into the den, Toto and Dodie were both asleep on the couch. I sat down to watch the TV for a little while. I guess I turned it up to loud because Dodie raised up and said, "I'm tired, I'm going to bed". I just said, "OK, sleep tight". As she walked out of the room Toto was right behind her, I didn't give it a second thought. I sat in the den for about an hour watching what ever I wanted for a change, even though most of the stuff was not very interesting. About 9:30 I decided it was time for me to go to bed and switched off the set. My room is just across the hall from Dodie's, and as was normal she had her door closed. I thought it would be nice if I gave her a good night hug, which Dad normally did and stepped up close to her door. I started to knock when there was this blood curdling scream from Dodie's room. Instead of knocking I grabbed the door handle and tried to push the door open. The house we lived in was old even then. The door knobs were those old kind that have the mechanism on the outside of the door and Dodie had apparently locked her door by pushing the little lever that sticks out on the top. Before I could think she screamed again. I didn't know what to do so I yelled, "Dodie are you OK, what's going on" I stood there waiting and twisting the door knob back and forth trying to get the damned door open. Finally I just started banging on it real hard. She must of heard me because she said, "Danny, Danny, something is wrong with Toto." I could just make out her words through the door. I said, "Dodie the door is locked, I can't get in." She was quite for a second and said, "Danny, it hurts." I was getting scared, I didn't know what was wrong. Again I said, "Dodie what hurts, I can't get in, unlock the door." Dodie said, "OK, I'll try to." I put my ear close to the door and I could hear her moving around in the room, she would move and then make sounds like she was in pain. I could also hear Toto he was whining a little bit, but not growling or barking like usually did when ever I knocked on the door. I stood there waiting and listening, finally I could hear her very close to the door, she was kind of shuffling to get across the room. The latch gave a very loud click and I opened the door. My little sister was standing just inside the door kind of bent over holding Toto between her legs like she did when she was going to put something down over his head, only he seemed to be a little higher up and his feet were dangling down in front of her. I looked at her and she looked at me. There was sort of a scared look in her eyes. At first I thought she was holding Toto up in front of her to keep me from seeing that she was not wearing any clothes. I said, "Take him over to the bed and lay him down so I can look at him." She looked at me with a strange kind of expression and said, "I can't". I looked at her and said, "What do you mean you can't?" She then said, "He's stuck inside of me." I was shocked for a second and said, "What do you mean, stuck inside of you?" She said, "His thingy, it's inside of me and I can't get it out, it hurts to bad." She was still all bent over and started to cry saying, "It hurts Danny, I tried to pull it out, but it hurt really bad and then I tried to push him off with my feet and it hurt so bad that I screamed. I don't know what to do." I looked at her for a second and said, "OK, Dodie it will be OK, just go over to the bed and rest for a few minutes, you don't need to cry." She said, "But Danny it hurts so bad, I think it is hurting me inside." I said, "Can you walk?" She said, "No, I don't think so. Every time I move he scratches me with his legs and his thingy hurts me." I said, "OK, let me carry you back over to the bed maybe if you lay down we can get him out of you." She said, "Aright, help me over there." Dodie was as light as a feather, I easily picked her up and carried her across the room to the bed. I sat her down on the bed and she just kind of fell over backwards. The whole time Toto just sat there, low on her belly whimpering. Once she laid back I grabbed hold of Toto and tried to lift him up off her, for my efforts I got another blood curdling scream and Dodie started to try to back across the bed away from me and Toto. Toto just followed right along, not seeming the least bit concerned about the whole thing. I realized right then that unless I did something to help her that we were in real trouble. I did not realize that all we had to do was wait about 15 minutes and let mother nature finish the job she'd started. I was still standing next to the bed and trying to get Dodie to calm down. Finally I sat down beside her. I said, "Dodie you need to calm down and then we can try to get things straightened out." She said, "OK, Danny, I'll try but it hurts real bad." I said, "OK, Dodie let me look at it." She said, "How Danny, He is in real far." I reached out and took hold of one of her feet and began to lift it up in the air. She did not resist and her knee was stiff as I pushed her leg up in the air. I could see from the expression on her face that I was hurting her leg and said, "Dodie bend you knees and then pull your legs up and spread them real wide." Toto was standing now with his back legs on the bed and one front leg on either side of Dodie's thin little waist. As she did what I asked her to do, I could hear an almost audible sigh of relief. She said, "Danny that makes it not hurt so much." I said, "OK, let me see what has happened." I grabbed one of Toto's back legs and pulled it over to one side. I could clearly see where his penis was buried right up to his ball sack against my little sisters pelvis. I said, "Dodie I am going to try and lift him straight up." She said, "OK" With that I grabbed Toto by the tail and tried to pull him out of her. As I did there was a big bulge that formed right where he went into her. I pulled harder and the bulge got bigger, but he would not come loose. I could tell that it was hurting Dodie because she was kind of huffing and puffing and saying "ouch, ouch, that hurts Danny". I said, "Let's try one more time, maybe if I pull real steady like, he will come out." She said, "Try not hurt me Danny." I started pulling on Toto again, watching where he had entered her. The bulge was still there and the harder and more steady that I pulled the bigger it seemed to get. I could see right then that there was no way that I was going to pull Toto loose. When I turned loose of him Dodie gave a huge sigh of relief and said, "Danny that hurt real bad, what we going to do?" I said, "I think we will have to wait for him to come out by himself." She said, "Aright Danny, we can let him alone for a few minutes." I didn't know what to do. Toto was still stuck inside my sister and I was frustrated. Finally I said, "Dodie what do we do?" She said, "I don't know Danny?" I just sat back on the bed and looked at her for a few seconds. I felt real sorry for her. She saw me looking at her and said, "Danny I never expected this to happen, it hasn't happened before." I was kind of shocked for a second and said, "You mean you have done this before?" She said, "Uh huh, I let him lick me down there and even poke his thingy against me, but tonight he did something different. He put it in that little hole. It felt real good for a little while and then he got it stuck in me." I said, "But Dodie it is not right for him to do that." She said, "I know it's not right, but I like the way his tongue feels when he licks me, it kind of makes me shiver all over and then when he rubs his thingy against me it makes me have this wonderful feeling, I kind of shake and it feels so good. See how he kind of pushes it back and forth. He does it until the hot stuff comes out." I looked down at Toto and he was going on about his business, his little butt was just jerking back and forth. I just sat there and watched. Dodie again saw me watching and said, "It really does feel good, honest. With my legs pulled up like this it even feels better." I looked at her and said, "Did the hot stuff come out before he got stuck in you?" She said, "No, I don't think so." I said, "Maybe if we just wait for him to make the hot stuff come out, we can get him out then." She said, "Ok, maybe that is it. Cause he doesn't like to do it anymore once the stuff comes out." So there I was just watching my 9 year old sister get dog fucked. We sat like that for maybe 5 or 10 more minutes. Toto was humping away. I was setting there quietly watching and Dodie was just laying there with her feet above her head and Toto buried up to the hilt. Dodie eyes suddenly got real wide and she said, "I can feel his stuff coming out inside of me. It still feels good, but not like before." I leaned down and looked between Toto's legs and could see a lot of clear fluid and white stuff kind of pumping out between his penis and my sister. It flowed real slow down her bottom on to the bed. I reached out and kind of touched the stuff, it was real slick feeling and kind of gooey. I said, "I think he will come out in a minute or two." Toto was standing real relaxed against her now and wagging his tail like crazy. She still loved that dog and began to pat him on top of his head. I said, "Let me try to pull him out now. Your real wet down there now that might help get him out." She said, "OK, I think he is getting smaller inside of me, It don't hurt any more at all." I grabbed Toto by the tail and pulled, again the bulge was there, but not nearly so big and I could see that if I pulled just a little more he would come out. I said, "Dodie I am going to pull a little harder, you tell me if it hurts to bad." She said, "OK, but it don't hurt at all now, it is like he's all soft inside of me." I pulled a little harder on Toto and with kind of a smacking or sucking noise his penis came out. I held him up and looked at his penis. It was only about 3 or 4 inches long, but there was a big knot right at the base. It was really weird looking, kind of spear shaped with a pointy little end and actually not much bigger than my index finger, until the knot at the very base which was still about the size of a golf ball. At first I thought the knot was his balls, but I felt of it and it was to hard to be his balls. As Toto came loose, Dodie had kind of rolled away from me, acting like she was embarrassed that she was naked. I didn't even look at her. I was to busy trying to see what had been stuck inside of her. Dodie saw me looking at him and said, "Danny don't hurt him, he didn't mean to hurt me." I looked back at her and said, "Dodie I am not going to hurt Toto, I was just looking at him." She said, "Let me see too." So we laid Toto down on the bed between us and both looked at him. She said, "Wow I didn't know that he had that", pointing at the big knot at the base of his penis. I looked at her with kind of sad expression on my face. She said, "Oh Danny, don't be upset with me and Toto, I didn't mean for it to happen. I didn't know what to do, so I said, "Dodie I don't know what to say, just please don't do this again." She acted kind of like I had hurt her feelings and said, "I got to go to the bathroom, besides Mom and Dad wouldn't like it if they found out you saw me naked." I was scared as hell then. She was right. No matter what she did when she was by herself she could take care of it by herself, but if Mom and Dad found out about me being in the room with her with no clothes on, I was in the deepest shit of all. I stood up and said, "Dodie I am going to bed." As I got to the door I turned around to look at Dodie, she was real upset and started to cry. I said, "Now Dodie, every thing will be OK, just go get a bath and then we can talk some more if you want to." She got real happy then and said, "I knew you'd help me, I love you Danny." I said, "I love you to Dodie, go to the bathroom." Epilog: I don't know anything else about what went on between Toto and Dodie after that night. I do know that for the rest of my life I have not been able to watch the Wizard. Dodie was a problem for Mom and Dad after I left home. She married the first guy that asked her and the last time I saw her she was living in California, with her second or third husband and one big great dane. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /