“Now, all dogs ride in the boot – don’t they bitch? Get in then.”She opened the boot and I clambered in, and lay in the trunk. She shut it and...a few seconds later I heard her get in the car herself. The engine hummed to life and I felt the car move. I lay uncomfortable and cramped in the boot; every now and again I’d be jolted about by a bump in the road, or slammed into the back by a sudden stop. Relief flooded through me as Mistress opened the boot but it was short-lived as I saw that we were. She decided to get a closer look and slowly crept towards the figure, thinking to herself; "If this is Santa, I want to make sure and see him eye-to-eye."However the closer she got, the more puzzled she became. She noticed it was a jolly ole man; the curves were all in the wrong places.She mustered her courage and asked, "Who in the hell are you? Isn't it supposed to be a jolly fat man who comes down the chimney and stands by my tree on Christmas Eve, as if I believed in such?"The intruder. I’ll be here holding down the fort if you need anything.”Once Dennis had left, Tyler began catching up on the morning e-mail messages. As Dennis had promised, there was the one from the Attorney General himself directing Tyler to prepared a subpoena duces tecum demanding access to the vehicle registration details of Blackwater Holdings. There were a few other mundane departmental notices, but one of these stood out in Tyler’s mind as awfully coincidental. It was a reminder to all agency. Here's a story of when I was just a bit younger...I had just turned 16 and it wasn't so long ago that i found out my interest in men. Around this time i used to take regular trips to gym. But as a young gay man i didn't go JUST for the workout. The locker rooms were like my second home. It was my guilty pleasure. Drooling over sweaty guys that seem to find it amusing walking around nude letting their junk swing about. The hottest guys i usually followed into the shower roomsBut one of the.