[u]Jowls and Jewels[/u]
By Eros, with inspiration and revisions by Darkmare

Flat broke and mediocre, two words that perfectly described Tony. Eighteen years old and slogging through a valley of D’s, the start to his college career was far from exemplary. Though despite his poor academics, people often said he had a good head on his shoulders and a decently-mature mind. Today, however, reality would happily cash its check and derail Tony’s train - rising debts and a rent to wrangle, with his parents’ allowance as well as personal savings draining, he needed money and fast. But not many were willing to hire a 5 foot 4 scruffy teen with a mop of unruly dirty blond hair and little no job experience. So he took what he could, filling in an application for every strange job he could find. Eventually he’d got at least one reply, a high-paying gig to take care of a dog for a week or so while the owners were away. Easy enough, especially since it would be during spring break. 

The gig itself was already unique in the fact the owner just wanted to drop him off at my apartment, with complete and utter confidence that I’d know what to do. I didn’t, but I couldn’t let him know this, at least for the sake of my job. 

The owner himself was a rather odd fellow, refusing to provide anything more than a basic routine and his number for emergencies. He seemed a bit standoffish and in a rush, but I didn’t care. He was willing to take a chance on me and that's all I needed. He departed as quickly as he came, leaving a trail of dust in his wake and a leather leash in my hand. Looking down, I saw a fine specimen of a dog, unusually broad back with a cropped tail and ears. He was an amazingly muscular example of the doberman breed, with a handsomely-sculpted masculine face to match. Adorning his neck was a soft, lamb-leather collar with a gold bone tag reading “CHANCE,” an interesting name for an interesting dog. He seemed well-trained, following me into the lobby and up the elevator to my apartment. He stuck to me like glue with a military-styled march that gave him an intimidating aura.

The day was already reaching an end, and I was sleepy from all the day's activity. Really needing sleep, I took Chance's leash without fear of him destroying my apartment and quickly passed out on my low, broken-down couch. And I dreamed.

Something wet and warm and pleasant to the touch washed over my cold face, curiously lapping lower and lower. The warm organ slipped into my mouth, drawing a slight moan as I suckled it, imagining my old boyfriend from highschool. I was lost in that fantasy for a few brief minutes as my hips thrust in reaction to the erection that I had sprouted. Reality, though, was a bitch (or at least a dog), as I woke up to Chance's tongue deep in my mouth. I jerked my head back, shocked at what had just happened. Chance was hungry and wanted attention, though judging by my now tented pants, I’d received a little too much attention myself. Reacting to my pushing, Chance left to go to the kitchen, clearly a smart boy that already knew where food came from in this home. And giving me a full view of his very intact backside, two heavy full orbs and a thick sheath that likely carried quite the large secret. I shook my head, trying to rattle away such thoughts as I tucked my now painfully hard cock upwards in my pants. Opening a can of wet dog food, I emptied it into a bowl for Chance and left for the shower. 

While in there, I found my head to be in a circus of dirty thoughts, keeping me consistently stiff while I washed. Perhaps it was the warm water; maybe the heat was getting to my head. But before I knew it, I found my hand around my cock, jerking it with a furious vigor, all while reminiscing over the feeling of this morning's wet kiss in my mouth. I finished up feeling relieved but dirty as I watched my cum wash down the shower drain, making sure it all washed away with my foot.

Grabbing a leash and a water bottle, I decided perhaps it’d best to clear my head with a walk. After all, I thought both Chance and I could use the exercise. I slipped into a comfy pair of gray sweatpants and an old black tank top, perfect for a morning run. Strangely though, I felt more confident than usual with a muscular dog in tow, sticking to me by the hip with a strangely fierce loyalty. As we padded onto the cement and onwards to the park, my usual fears seemed to melt away. Never had I been so happy to live in front of a city park. I drank in the green scenery adorned with a jewel-blue morning sky. Chance and I watched as various joggers and cyclists sped on by. It was an absolutely perfect morning in most regards. We walked for a solid hour before getting on the deepest path in the park, completely surrounded by trees and undergrowth, a narrow cement walkway guiding us through it all. Something rustled to our side, threatening to pop out at any moment, but I stood my ground. However, Chance wasn’t taking any chances and bolted away - for at least the six feet before his leash jerked my hand, sending us both tumbling down. Laying there with the world knocked askew, I witnessed our mysterious stranger, a cat who seemed more scared of us as it bolted across the path. With scraped knees and a hearty laugh, I picked myself back up and gave the cowering doberman a hug, reassuring him that it was okay. 

A walk was fun but was important to socialize as well, so I’d decided to divert us to the local dog park. Thankfully, it wasn’t too far of a walk, only a few blocks away till we reached the canine paradise. Gray iron fences encapsulated the square of greenery. Inside were canines of all kinds, from large mastiffs and german shepherds to small schnauzers and chihuahuas and so many more, all roaming the small park. Entering, I unclipped Chance's leash and let him run loose. In an instant, he was leaping and bounding across the land, tongue lolling in joy to the feast of new smells. In the next moment, he was bouncing back my way, chewing and tugging on a large stick he found. I kept up the best I could, throwing and playing tug of war, but my stamina was nothing compared to a strong doberman in their prime. Within thirty minutes of playing fetch and tug of war, I worked up a nice sweat and had to sit down. 

I rested my weary bones on a rather uncomfortable bench, watching as Chance familiarized himself by sniffing other dogs' asses and those sniffing back in return, his nub of a tail held politely high so they could get a good whiff. One particularly ballsy husky got rather friendly. His wet tongue lapped at Chance's closed tailstar, then trailed down to his bald purplish-black balls and licked there, too, causing them to glisten with saliva. The husky's red rocket just barely started to peek from its sheath. I was enticed but found it best to look away lest I be outed as some sort of pervert. Pulling out my phone, I stared purposelessly at its screen for a minute, trying to push the shockingly lewd imagery of dogs being dogs out of my head. When I looked up again, Chance was already busy running in circles with a labrador and a border collie, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I bathed in the summer sun, letting the warm rays soak into my bones, and watching every now and then as Chance played with the other dogs. I could feel myself slipping into the warmth, daydreams pawing at my consciousness and teasing their way in. My imagination began to run amok, bringing me a memory of that husky's greeting... I was naked and lying on my hands and knees, dogs of various breeds surrounded me with Chance staring straight at me. He drove his tongue into my mouth, exploring every inch of my wet cavern, wrestling his tongue with my own as I reveled in its slick rough texture. The other dogs began licking, covering me in a shower of warm saliva and gentle pressure. One dog behind me slammed his cold nose in between my cheeks and rimmed my sensitive hole, accompanied by a fury of dual tongues exploring my shaft and nipping gently at my balls. 

I could feel my cock harden and snapped out of my sickly-sweet daydream, opening my eyes to what seemed like the other dog owners watching me. I kept my eyes on the dogs, hoping to ignore any gazes. Eventually I looked over, deciding to deal with possible onlookers. I looked deadpan at the strangers, who were indeed giving me glances, which I trailed to my crotch. Oh shit - I'm as hard as rock, aren’t I? My gray sweatpants outlined far too much detail of my stiff member. Panicking, I called Chance to me. Clipping his leash on, I jogged out from the park, shaking my legs to hopefully soften my more than attentive member. As I left, a few dogs followed me, sniffing at the scent of arousal in my pants. I kept my hand over my crotch as inconspicuously as possible, attempting to hide it away from the passing folk as I escaped.

I walked aimlessly, hoping to leave the embarrassing incident behind me. So what if a few folks saw me? It was a big city anyway, and no one would recognize me in the end. Eventually after my directionless wanderings, I found myself in a street market, row after row of food and various goods. Both Chance and I found ourselves drooling at the scent of food. I bought myself a cheesy pretzel at a local stand and started feasting at the first moment I had. Biting into it like a rabid animal, uncaring of the cheese that spilled on my fingers and unaware of the still hungry Chance. He nipped on my sweatpants, pulling on the hem to get my attention, and causing me to spill molten cheese down my pants and directly on my commando crotch. “Shit” I thought to myself as my bare cock was scalded a bit by the cheese. I squatted down, feeding Chance the last bit of my pretzel. As he scarfed it down, I carefully cleaned each finger, then shifted in my sweatpants, cleaning up what cheese I could without it being terribly obvious that my hand was going down my pants. At this point, I was a bit of a mess of sweat and various stains, so I figured it’d be best to head home.

Chance and I began our long stroll back to my apartment, passing row after row of concrete buildings. It was a damn shame that there wasn't more greenery, as we’d both probably enjoy it more. But what couId I do, living in the big city. Chance seemed happy, however, sniffing leg after leg of the various folk we’d pass. Normally I’d feel a bit afraid given the dangers of the city, or at least a bit self-conscious about my messy state with some cheese staining the front of my clothes. But Chance gave me a strange sense of invulnerability, seeing such a broad-shouldered dog sticking with me. He was a shoulder I could lean on. 

I’d never been too good with dogs. I was raised with them, but I never really cared much for them or sought out being with them. However, seeing Chance and his happy drooling smile at all the fun things we did today changed my mind. It was surprising how dogsitting for Chance felt more like a privilege rather than a chore. After a few wrong turns and a couple of dead ends, we managed to make it back to my apartment. A tall square drab looking building, a beige horror show that few really want to reside in. The apartments weren’t that bad, and were quite cheap, but were awfully bland. Most recently, my brother and sister had chipped in to get me a few month's rent while I was away studying. Another reason I was glad to have this job, since rent was coming due and their gift was just about depleted. I clambered past familiar doors and greeted my friendly though usually half drunk landlord who often sat in the lobby. I wasn’t completely sure if pets were allowed but he didn’t seem to mind at all. Chance seemed rather happy to feel the cool tile floor after running so much. 

I crammed us both into the building's rattling elevator, hoping to get home as quickly as possible. Chance seemed excited, looping around legs as he spun in circles after we left the elevator. I clicked open my door and was greeted once more by my beautifully mundane apartment. Chance seemed to get a second wind as he zoomed in on skittering legs, ramming right into my couch. I just laughed as I hung my keys and kicked my door shut, happy to get a chance to rest. Until it hit me, dogs stink a lot - or at least Chance did at the moment. I didn't think dogs sweat, but my god Chance stunk after our run. I herded him into the bathroom to try and wash him the best I could in my shower, hoping to scrub away whatever he got on himself. He wasn’t too fond of the water, ducking and snapping at the showerhead's stream. But eventually, the room smelled less of wet dog and whatever other smells were on him and more of strawberries, a not terribly masculine but ultimately dog-safe choice of shampoo. I dried him thoroughly and pushed him out of the bathroom, as I too could use a firm rinse.

I heated up the shower water, stretching away the day's aches and pains as I gave myself a firm scrub. After a long soak, I turned the water off, drying off with a towel that I then tied around my waist. I sat down on the closed toilet lid, resting for a few minutes as the warm, humid air felt pleasant after such a relaxing shower. Especially in my crotch, which seemed warmer than usual, my balls feeling noticeably saggy. I kept my eyes closed for just a minute, basking in my own meditative joy. Moving my arm to stretch, I felt my hand bump against something under my towel. I quickly opened my eyes to the sight of the doberman, or at least from his neck on back, as his head was already buried under my towel and squarely between my legs. Before I had time to react, Chance began gently lapping at my balls and the underside of my now stiffening cock. “Oh fuck,” I thought to myself as I shooed him away, noticing now that he had pushed open the bathroom door. Cursing myself for not realizing sooner, I slammed the door firmly and waited for my cock to soften. Chance was a curious boy and this was just a one time accident. It wouldn’t happen again; I'd make sure of it. 

Putting on some soft PJs, I laid down on my couch and put on some god awful late night show. Noise that would probably put me to sleep. I listened for a bit before my head began to droop, my sleepy mind wandering to thoughts about how gentle Chance was when he licked my parts, as if he knew exactly what they were and what he was doing. It was not long before I nodded off to the throes of exhaustion.

I woke up the next day with a heavy feeling in my chest. A literal heavy feeling, as Chance was more than happily snoozing right on top of me. His mouth lolled open as his tongue slipped to the side, leaving a wet spot on my couch. I was warm but slightly uncomfortable. I gently pushed him aside and he awoke just long enough to flop over beside of me on the couch. Getting up, I cracked the kinks from my back. Changing out of my PJs, which now were adorned with black and tan hairs, I slipped on some tight exercise leggings and a loose pair of shorts. It was 9:35 AM on a Tuesday and time for me to exercise. It wasn’t much if I'm to be honest, but it helped out my confidence. I was born naturally scrawny with an unassuming build and face. Meaning I was often overlooked compared to my athletic siblings. A few pushups and squats to limber my body, followed by a healthy dose of deodorant, I found myself ready to break a sweat. I shook Chance a bit, jostling the sleeping canine awake. Within minutes, he was up and ready to go, though not before some breakfast. A grain bar for me and a cup of kibble for my companion. 

We jogged out of the apartment buzzing with excitement, running down familiar sidewalks till we got to the park. I tied the leash to the bench as I started my workout. There were bars set around the park that were more than useful for pullups. Awkward and slightly sweaty, I strained my body, pulling myself up and down on the metal bar. Followed by more pushups and crunches, I was on a hellpath to get fit. Chance, however, was more than happy to watch me curiously with a half-cocked head, occasionally breaking away to sniff the air as various scents and people passed by. He was particularly interested in a woman who passed by dragging behind her a rather rebellious poodle who also wanted to sniff Chance. Their meeting was brief but clearly meaningful as Chance kept his eyes on the two as they walked away. 

After half an hour of forcefully straining myself into a messy pile of sweat-soaked rags, I unhooked Chances leash from the bench. I was just about ready to call it quits, but Chance needed some exercise as well. I bolted at a sprint down the sidewalk, riling the Doberman up to run. I quickly learned that this was not a great idea, as Chance caught up in a matter of seconds and overtook me for the lead. I found myself forced to run as fast as possible to keep up with the canine barreling forward. Eventually we managed to complete a lap around the park in near record time, with the cost of my once solid legs being turned into piles of jelly. Chance, however, was happy as could be, panting hard as he cooled himself down. With my jellified legs, I leaned onto Chance for our journey back to the apartment.

After a few stumbles, I managed to throw myself into my apartment, quickly liberating myself of my sweat-drenched clothes. I took a towel to dry myself off, figuring I would wash it later as exhaustion set into my body. I leaned over and flopped down face-first on the bed, arms at my sides. My eyes shut as I exhaled, willing away the soreness. I laid there for a while, taking a certain pleasure in the well-earned pain from a solid workout and allowing myself to rest.

The mattress bounced as something landed on it. Chance. I felt the heavy weight of his body depress the mattress as he stepped around, and I idly wondered in my post-workout stupor whether he was joining me for a nap. Then a tongue lapped at my inner thigh, a startling reminder that I was naked. I tentatively shook my leg to disrupt the uncomfortably arousing sensation, but Chance persisted, and I decided to let it happen. It felt good, really good every time he licked the inside of my legs. Highly conscious that the back of my cock and balls were exposed and mere inches away from his slurping tongue, I was ready to put a stop to it all in a heartbeat if I felt that tongue venture where it absolutely shouldn't. But Chance had learned his lesson from his bathroom eviction last night, and he kept away from the no-go zone, his tongue drinking in my sweat as he licked my thighs and legs.

Really relaxing now, the natural pressure of the bed against my crotch - and how good the licking felt - started to promote a certain firmness in my member. Meanwhile, Chance's licks began to rise up the backs of my legs, eventually rolling over my naked buttcheeks. Well, when it came to inappropriate behavior, what was the difference between licking buttcheeks and inner thighs? I relaxed and let it happen, partially too sore to care, but also feeling deeply relaxed as my butt muscles were massaged by the warm, strong tongue.

As I laid there, I became suddenly aware that Chance had buried his nose firmly between my cheeks, sniffing as if I were a fellow canine, then dancing his pink tongue across my tight asshole. It felt incredible, and while I concluded that this was truly over the line, I shut away the thoughts of taboo as Chance rimmed me, soft moans slipping from my lips. Hearing no objection, he was ravenous and unending with his mouth, bathing my hole in a haze of wet lust, all snorts and sloppy licks as he rimmed and reamed me with his tongue. My cock throbbed as precum began leaking from its tip and onto my sheets. I shuddered as I felt myself approaching my peak from the pure thrill, but Chance stopped, leaving me erect and needy on my bed as he plopped down beside of me. I rolled over and sat up, my cock dripping precum and throbbing hard as I glanced over at the big doberman. He was licking at his sheath, which was more swollen than I had seen it previously. 

Perhaps it was the pleasure that had drowned my common sense, but I felt the compulsion to repay the favor. With quivering knees, I got up and walked towards the bathroom, my stiff cock bobbing back and forth, dripping precum on the carpet as I called Chance to follow.

Finding ourselves in the small room, I kneeled down on the shower mat, scratching at Chance's chin while he licked at me. Looking me in the eyes, the doberman began to get closer to my face. The smell of canine breath filled my nostrils as he licked my chin. His licking grew more and more intense as he cleaned my face, eventually forcing his tongue into my open mouth. I could only moan as that wet broad tongue filled my maw, exploring every crevice as the flavor of canine drool danced upon my tastebuds. I gripped behind Chance's thick neck and opened my mouth wide, letting him really delve inside. My cock grew painfully hard as he lapped inside my mouth with a dogged intensity. I sucked on his pink tongue, wrestling it with my own, our saliva intermixing as our wet muscly organs rubbed and rolled around together. My mouth felt increasingly slick and wet with dober drool, some dribbling from my lips as we kissed. Eventually, I pressed my mouth close to his and worked my tongue inside his own jowls. Tasting subtle metallic flavors, I ran my tongue underneath his lips, rolling it over slick soft gum and sharp teeth, working it between his teeth, working it beyond his teeth and trusting he wouldn't bite down. My hands ran over his broad, muscular body as we frenched, grasping at handholds and finding few on the sleek black coat.

Breaking away from the kiss left me harder than ever before, precum leaking from me like water from a tap. Each excited exhale from my mouth smelled like dog breath rather than my own, Chance's flavor having worked its way into every corner. Arousal coursed through my veins as I lied down on the shower mat, still rubbing and massaging Chance's neck as I looked up at his powerful figure and jawline. My dick was impossibly hard, nipples erect, heart pounding with the excitement of this taboo. 

I turned my eyes between his strong back legs. I was nervous; I'd never done anything like this. I was inexperienced with people, much less dogs. Heart thumping, I gazed at Chance's genitals without restraint for the first time. Two plump, low hanging bald balls bounced back and forth behind an overstuffed sheath, purplish-black as they sagged and swayed, one or the other occasionally rising as they regulated their heat. My arousal filled the air of the small bathroom, a scent not lost on Chance, who seemed to notice both my intense excitement and my long gazes at his equipment. Whether by coincidence or design, the doberman took the opportunity to straddle me, front legs planted on both sides of my head. His heavy sheath bobbed up and down between his legs with each heavy panting breath, its opening wet and glistening.

My hand jittered slightly as I nervously reached out, gently cupping his sheath in my palm. It felt warm and soft. Cautiously, I rubbed my fingers across the sheath. Part of me could not fully believe what I was doing, but I proceeded. Squeezing the sheath gently, I felt something firm but rubbery within the soft tube of skin. Withdrawing my hand for a moment, I sniffed it. The smell was strong but not unpleasant, just doggish musk and piss. Placing my hand back on his sheath and massaging it with a gentle grip, with my other hand I gently cradled his smooth, heavy balls, rolling them around. With this, Chance began to hump in my hand, a wet pink tip poking in and out with each thrust and squirting clear fluid. 

I could feel the flesh under my fingers harden, an alien member - turning from pink to as red as a firetruck - peeking out more and more and a curious bulge growing at its base. My heart was racing and my mind reeled. I had never seen genitals like this before. With my initial inhibitions lost, I grew hungrier and rubbed his sheath faster, teasing more and more of his cock from his sheath, trying to pull it back to reveal more of his dog dick. Lost in my ecstasy, I lifted my head, putting my lips to the tip of his member, which had stretched open and now protruded from his sheath. The feel of his warm penis on my lips drove me wild as he humped into my mouth, spraying a shot of watery, salty-tasting precum onto my waiting tongue as I licked him, tasting both dog dick and dog nut for the first time. With quivering hands, I continued to work at his sheath, trying to draw it back over the bulge at the base of his dick as I savored his intimate flavors, swallowing more shots of liquid as his nutsack contracted. In the heat of the moment, I also turned my attention to those balls, feeling the ultra-soft skin of his sack against my lips as I gently sucked at his testicles, tickling them as I pressed them upward with my tongue, and feeling their hefty size weigh it back down.

Leaving his plump nuts sopping wet and shiny, both dripping with my saliva, I finally managed to draw Chance's sheath over his bulge and reveal his entire cock. It was huge, wet, and thoroughly alien, far larger than my own - stark red and white flesh intercoursed with crisscrosses of red veins, and a giant red bulge at the base that I could not wrap my hands around. It must have been the size of a baseball or larger. 

The air took on a noticeably more doggish aroma as his exposed dick throbbed in my hand, shots of dog juice splattering on my face as I gazed at his powerful breeding tool. With submissive pleasure, I lifted his dick and licked the underside of his shaft from base to tip, savoring the metallic, salty flavor as I worked my tongue on his pisshole. This seemed to drive Chance crazy, and he thrust vigorously against my tongue, each gyration of his hips bringing a spray of liquid into my mouth. I began to push more of his cock into my mouth, a bit fearful I had gone too far and stopping midway as its size grew uncomfortable. Chance continued to hump at a slower pace, his cock seeming to have reached its maximum size as it continued to throb and squirt his liquidy fluid, which I now understood was his cum, as I recalled hearing something about how dogs tie together and cum for a long time when they mate.

I lost count of how long I sucked on his cock in a trance of pleasure. Waves of cum flooded into my mouth and down my gullet, occasionally causing me to back off and cough, doberman semen spilling out of my mouth and dribbling down my chin and chest. As I sucked, one hand held his cock behind the base while the other wandered his body, feeling the smooth, hard muscles of his thighs, his nipples, his back. Scooching forward between his hind legs and angling his cock more directly downward in my mouth, my other hand ventured up his backside, curious as I felt his patch of soft, tan butt fur pulsing. Heart racing as I thought back to the scene at the dog park and where that husky had licked, my hand roamed higher still and my fingers arrived at tacky, bare skin underneath his nub of a tail. Still sucking his member, I probed around, feeling his asshole pulse intensely as he came in my mouth. My fingers found his crack without much effort and rubbed at it, index finger venturing inside when his tailhole relaxed between two pulses. Chance clenched tightly around my finger as it sank inward, humping against my other hand as I did my best to feel around inside his backdoor, all inhibitions at this point lost as I felt the hot interior of his ass envelop my finger. I gave no thought to anything but Chance as I sucked him through his lenghty orgasm...

Eventually, Chance's cumming subsided and he softened in my hand, readjusting his back legs to withdraw his member from my mouth. Turning to lick his dick back into his sheath, one of his back paws accidentally landed on my own hard cock, which had been at the upmost of attention and excitement for the duration of Chance's blowjob. The mere sensation of his pawpads against my engorged head was all it took to cause me to erupt. Cum shot from my shaft, throbbing as it coated the underside of his big back paw. I couldn’t stop it as my hips bucked against his paw, draining everything pent up inside of me and leaving me - and Chance's foot - a cum-covered mess. 

Lying down on the bathroom floor and breathing heavily as post-coital clarity cleared my mind, I ran through what happened in my head, realizing that I just blew a male, and a dog at that. I felt a pang of disgust and regret as I lay there exhausted, drying dog semen plastered to my chest and filling my stomach, mixing with short dog hairs in my mouth. Looking over, Chance had withdrawn to a corner of the bathroom and was licking at his genitals, his paw already licked clean of my cum. I felt conflicted, the raw, primal enjoyment of the experience clashing with thoughts of my family and friends, and the disappointment they'd have if they could see me know. Hell, they'd likely disown me. 

Opening the bathroom door and shooing Chance out, I turned on the shower, letting the hot water fog my room and my head. Careful first to wash my fingering hand, I grabbed some mouthwash and rinsed out my mouth, burning away the flavor of dog dick that lingered, but it could not burn away the memory. Sitting on the sink counter for a moment, I let my mind wander, thinking back on my actions. Getting in the shower, I imagined the hot water washing away what had taken place, letting the water run over me for a long time after scrubbing clean.

I eventually turned the shower off and dried myself. Making sure to dress first, I strolled back into the living room and plopped down on the couch, already feeling a little bit more revived after the shower. I clicked on the TV to the morning show for a well-earned rest. Snuggling up beside of me was Chance, who seemed very content now to rest his head on my chest and drift off to sleep. As he started lightly snoring, I nuzzled my nose against the soft fur of his head, cuddling the sleeping canine softly and wrapping my arm around his strong neck, enjoying the warmth of the big dog beside of me. My remorse faded as a feeling of comfort and happiness at being with him took over. I wasn't sure what to think of all this, but thankfully, it was only Tuesday. We had plenty of time to figure things out.