J.O. Dickingson

Richie Lotta
and the Poor Boylover

Adoption Story Cliché with a Twist Story Challenge Inspired by Fun Tails "Boylove (BL) Rescue Fantasy Clichés" Rules and Table of contents

"Ahhhh, look at that," sighed Richie Lotta.

Richie's chauffer/bodyguard glanced up the back alley, afraid what his young charge might have spotted this time. Richie had a heart of gold and the mind of a poodle.

"What is it that you see, young Master?" Adolf asked. All he saw was a row of stinking, overflowing dumpsters and grimy rear entrances.

"Not in the alley, Adolf. Up there on the corner."

Adolf rolled his eyes. There sitting at the corner was a grimy, good-for-nothing panhandler. "Just walk on by and look in the other-."

It was too late, Richie had already skipped up to the panhandler and was looking him in the eye.

"A quarter for a cup of coffee, kind lad?" the destitute man wheezed.

Riche cocked his head and gave the man a curious look. A quarter? The man had to be delirious. Just a plain tall black coffee was $1.85, and who drank just a plain black coffee anymore? Now on a hot day like this, an iced cinnamon dolce latte venti was more like it, and that Richie knew was $4.65.

"Come with me," he said, turning and heading back down the street to where the limo was parked. The man looked at him, and then at the uniformed man scowling at him and daring him to get to his feet. "Well, do you want a coffee or not?" Richie asked impatiently as he glanced back at the man who was gaping at him with an open mouth like some beached fish. Actually, the man smelled like a beached fish, one that had been rotting in the sun all day. And he had a bad case of halitosis. Actually, what Richie was smelling was cheap wine, but Richie had never smelled cheap wine in his life. His father only served the very best imported wines, specially ordered by Pierre, the family's sommelier, who himself had been specially imported from Paris.

The man slowly got to his feet, and giving Adolf a wide berth, he stumbled after the kid. He'd been planning on collecting enough change for a bottle of cheap vino actually, but maybe he could get a slice of pie with the coffee. It had been a long time since he had anything solid in his stomach. The kid sat in the back of the limo and he sat in the front. The chauffer turned on the air conditioning, full blast, and wrinkled up his nose. Pulling into the Starbucks drive through line, he had Adolf order two iced cinnamon dolce latte venti, a glazed donut for himself and the man, and a Café Misto and Toffeedoodle cookie for Adolf, which he knew were Adolf's favorites and his chauffer never tried anything else. The man must have been very hungry and thirsty for he wolfed down the donut and finished the latte in two gulps, followed by a loud burp before they even pulled back out into the street.

"Home, Adolf," Richie ordered.

"Home?" Adolf asked, wrinkling his nose and arching his right eyebrow, which Richie knew meant he disagreed.

"Yes," replied Richie, having taken pity on the poor, unfortunate fellow. The man needed help.

The poor unfortunate fellow said nothing, figuring wherever home was there had to be something good to lift, and if this kid's family was like most rich people, they wouldn't even notice it was missing until long after he'd pawned it. As they pulled up to the Lotta mansion, the man could not believe his good fortune, or rather the Lotta's fortune. The Lotta mansion was located along Royal Oaks Boulevard, THE district to live in. Their neighbors on the right were the Hughes of Hughes and Kline who had made their fortune in men's clothing and on the left were the Richmonds, inherited money from cotton plantations in the Deep South going back to when America was a colony and labour was black. Richie's own father came by his wealth from porno. Richie, at the age of seven, did not know exactly what porno was, but he knew there was a lot of money to be made in it.

In addition to his mother and father, Richie lived with his older sister Veronica who was sixteen, and his older brother who was seventeen, his eccentric great aunt the Dowager Duchess Auguste who claimed to be a descendant of Grand Duke Alexander Mikhailovich, and his funny uncle Horacio, his father's brother. His brother James said he shouldn't go around calling Horacio his funny uncle, but he was funny. His name was funny, he had a big red nose, from too much wine James said, which was funny, he liked to play practical jokes, like putting a whoopee cushion on Veronica's boyfriend's seat, which she did not find funny, or dropping something on the floor and then making a fart sound with his armpit when James's boyfriend bent over to pick it up, which James did not find funny. He was a stand-up comedian at the Circle Jay club, a gay bar that his father owned. Richie thought that had to be the perfect job, being a comedian at a bar for happy people.

Upon arriving home, the first thing Richie did was show the man, who said his name was John Henry, which was not that funny but had made Adolf snort, where the guest bathroom was and suggest he take a nice long bath, which actually had been Adolf's idea. Richie then went off in search for Alfred, his personal valet, to ask him to look in the charity box where his mother tossed their old clothes to give to the Salvation Army and find something for John Henry. Realizing he should have told John Henry where to find the mouth wash, he then went back up to the guest bathroom. Expecting him to be relaxing in the tub, he walked in to find John Henry just stepping out of the tub after having had a shower. Richie noticed two things. One, John Henry was shaped just like a pear, which was sort of funny. The other thing was that he had a very tiny dink and nuts, smaller than his own, which was a big surprise because he'd seen his dad's and his uncle Horatio's and his brother James's when they had changed at the Ranchman's Club to shower after playing tennis, and theirs were huge, which they said was a Lotta trait.

John Henry glanced around and grabbed a towel and held it in front of him. "Don't you knock!"

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting you out of the bath already."

"I took a shower. A cold shower." Richie looked up at him innocently with his large blue eyes and cutely upturned nose. His blond hair was long and curly, covering his ears and in thick bangs over his forehead. His cherry-red lips parted into a smile, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth. And he was standing there alone, naked, with the boy.

"There's mouth wash in the cabinet," Richie said. "The top shelf." He took a step forward.

"I can get it," John Henry said, stepping in front of Riche. Just then the door opened and in walked Adolf with clean towels.

"Don't you knock?" asked John Henry.

"I wasn't expecting you out of the bath already," Adolf replied.

"I took shower!" John Henry shouted. Noticing the look on Adolf's face he glanced down. The towel was no longer directly in front of him. "A cold shower! It is a hot day and I took a cold shower to cool off.!"

"Of course," Adolf said, raising his right eyebrow. "Very cold obviously," he added.

Adolf and Richie left, leaving John Henry steaming. He hadn't asked to be brought up here. He hadn't asked for a shower. He put on the clothes Richie had brought. The shirt and jacket were much too large about the shoulders and much too tight about the waist and he couldn't pull the fly all the way up the pants were so tight, but his other clothes had disappeared. Stepping into the hallway, he wondered where the master bedroom was. That would be the most likely place he could lift some jewellery and maybe better fitting pants and get the fuck out of there. He opened the first door he came to. There perched on a chair was a very plump, elderly lady wearing only her panties and doing some sort of upper body exercises. He quickly began to step back into the hallway but he was too late. She had seen him.

"Ah, Rasputin! Just in time. Come and help me with this." It was not a request but more of a command. Having no choice, he stepped into the room and closed the door. As he approached he discovered she had not been doing exercises but had been trying to put on her bra. He also noticed a couple other things, besides her wrinkled, drooping breasts. About her neck was a triple strand of pearls, real pearls, and on her night table were several pair of expensive earrings, an emerald hair comb, and a diamond necklace. He had hit pay dirt! "It had to have been a man who designed these," she grumbled, waving her bra in his face. "Just like evening gowns that button up the back. Here, do this up for me," she ordered, turning her back.

John Henry took the opportunity to slip the earrings into his jacket pocket, and to snap the necklace case shut and shove it in his trousers pocket. As he reached for the bra several things happened. The woman began to turn to see what was taking him so long. He found his hand on her breast. The door opened. And in walked Richie Lotta followed by Adolf.

"Doesn't anyone knock around here!" exclaimed John Henry and the elderly lady.

"Sorry, m'lady," replied Adolf. "We were looking for John Henry."

"I have no idea where he is. Or who he is. Rasputin was just helping me dress," the woman explained.

"Of course," observed Adolf, raising a right eyebrow.

"I was trying to find my way out of here," John Henry explained.

"Of course," observed Adolf, raising his right eyebrow higher.

"I came to bring you down to high tea," Richie said.

"We'll be down as soon as Rasputin is finished here," Auguste said.

"He is quite finished," observed Adolf coldly. Just then Auguste's dressing maid arrived and Richie and the two men departed.

Arriving at the salon, Adolf left and Richie and John Henry sat down. "You will have to excuse the Dowager Duchess," Richie said, placing his hand on John Henry's arm. "We're afraid her mind is starting to go."

'Along with other parts,' thought John Henry from what he had seen, but he didn't say so.

He looked down at Richie's hand uncomfortably, and then down at the boy's crotch and his little bulge. He had to get out of there, now, and not just because his pockets were stuffed with pilfered jewellery. The boy's little hand was hot, and so was the kid. He was looking at him again with those big, blue, innocent eyes and that sensuous smile. Picking up one of the lady fingers, Richie bit into it delicately. Getting a smear of mayonnaise on his upper lip, Richie snaked out his tongue and licked it off. It was a beautiful, hot looking tongue and the mayonnaise reminded John Henry of something else creamy and white. He shuddered and his dick stirred. He had to get out of there, now!

"What is wrong?" Richie Lotta asked, noticing John Henry had turned a bright red and was having difficulty breathing. "Do you need mouth to mouth?"

"Oh fuck," groaned John Henry. "I've died and gone to heaven."

Richie leaned over to him. The boy smelled so fresh and clean, of Ivory soap and lemon-scented shampoo and just a hint of egg salad and mayonnaise.

"I have to leave," John Henry exclaimed as he got to his feet, bringing Richie's sensuous lips in line with his fly.

"Your zipper is down," observed Richie, reaching out to pull it up.

"These trousers are too tight," John Henry explained. Richie's fingers were in his fly searching for the pull tab. John Henry reached down and took the boy's hand in his. It was so hot, so soft, and so small, it would feel so good wrapped about--. "No," John Henry said. "I shouldn't be here."

"Of course you should," Richie said, tightening his grip on the man's hand. "I want to help you. It's the right thing to do."

"Oh fuck," groaned John Henry, looking down into the boy's innocent eyes. Forget the fingers, it would feel so good to have those sensuous lips wrapped about--.

"The lady fingers are really very good," Richie said, interrupting John Henry's thoughts. "You should try one."

"You don't understand! I'm a recovering pedo!" John Henry confessed. "One of the conditions of my recovery--."

"That's okay," Richie interrupted. "We don't hold much stock in what sign a person is born under. I'm a Virgo myself."

"Oh God," John Henry groaned.

"My sister is a Libra. I'm not sure about my brother but I heard his boyfriend call him a horny homo. I think that might be that horse with the big horn sticking out of his forehead."

John Henry was getting a big horn, one pushing his borrowed shorts out the top of his open fly. Richie was still holding his hand in his. "A pedo isn't an astrological sign," he explained in exasperation. "I'm a boylover! I used to be a priest until one day I was discovered with an altar boy on his knees, and he wasn't praying. I got thrown out of the priesthood and everything was covered up to avoid a scandal but my life has gone downhill ever since. I am in a support group and I have been avoiding being around little boys since I left the ministry but it's hard." It was hard, very.

"Ah," here we are at last," said the Dowager Duchess as she and Adolf entered the room.

"And what have we here?" asked Adolf taking in the scene in one quick glance. He quickly stepped up to John Henry, his eyebrows lowered in a glare. "Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see the boy?"

"He's happy to see me," Richie Lotta said, looking up at the man fondly. He was still holding the man's hand. "He is a boylover. He says it is hard."

"So it would appear," said Adolf in a low growl, his right eyebrow so high it was pushing his hairline.

"And that isn't a banana in his pocket," Auguste said. "I do believe that is my necklace case."

Reaching into John Henry's trouser pocket, Adolf pulled out the case. The diamond necklace fell to the table. "And your necklace," Adolf observed. He turned John Henry's jacket pockets inside out, dumping the earrings and the emerald hair comb onto the table. He reached into John Henry's open fly and squeezed tightly.

"There's nothing there!" John Henry proclaimed, his voice several octaves higher.

"So it would appear," Adolf replied. His right eyebrow could not rise any higher. Fear had the same effect on John Henry as a cold shower. "I think it is time you were leaving."

"Yes, please," John Henry agreed with a desperate sigh.

"Without a spot of tea, or a couple ladyfingers?" asked Auguste. "The creamed chicken looks delicious."

John Henry slumped into his chair limply and groaned.

"Without tea, or creamed chicken," observed Adolf firmly, picking John Henry up by the seat of his ill-fitting trousers and half marching and half carrying him out of the room.

"A pity," observed Auguste and Richie Lotta.

"Shall I be Mother?" asked Richie as he picked up the teapot.

After tea, Richie returned to his room. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he began to play truck driver. The pattern on the bedspread consisted of swirls and he liked to pretend they were roads and here and there he scattered Lego blocks to be picked up. There was a knock a few seconds later and Adolf came into the room. "We need to talk, Master Richie," he said seriously.

"About John Henry," Richie observed. He was only seven but he wasn't stupid.

"Yes," said Adolf, sitting on the bed beside him. "You understand now why we must be careful picking up just any stranger and bringing him home?"

"Yes," Richie said, nodding his head and causing his long, blond curls to bounce about his ears. "He was a thief," he observed, looking up at Adolf with his deep blue eyes. His long, feathery eyelashes fluttered sadly as he put a hand on Adolf's thigh. "He would have taken Aunt Auguste's jewellery if you hadn't stopped him."

"Yes, he would have. And he would have taken much more," Adolf said as he looked down at that sweet, innocent face. A heart of gold and the mind of a poodle, a very cute poodle. The boy had a spot of mayonnaise and egg salad on his upper lip.

"I think he liked me," Richie observed.

"Of course," Adolf said, wrapping a protective arm about his charge. "You are a very likeable boy."

"Do you think he really was a boylover?"

"Oh yes, he certainly was that."

"He sure had a little wiener," Richie noted.

"Oh yes, he certainly had that," agreed Adolf with a catch in his throat.

Richie ran his hand further up along Adolf's thigh as he looked up at the big man. "Would you play trucks with me?"

"Of course," Adolf replied. "But first I think we should have a little talk about boylovers. About what they are and what they do with little boys."

"You love me, don't you Adolf?"

"Of course, Master Richie. You know I do."

"I love you too," Richie said, giving the big man's thigh a squeeze just like he'd seen his brother's boyfriend do to his brother. He noticed the man's trousers had developed a bulge, just like his brother's trousers did whenever he was around his boyfriend. "Are you a boylover?"

Adolf took a long time before he answered, "Yes, Master Richie, I am," he said huskily.

"Awesome," said Richie Lotta, giving the man a big hug. "Then you can teach me all about what boylovers are and what they do with little boys."

"Only if you wish me to," Adolf said.

"Oh, I do," insisted Richie as he sat up pertly and ready to listen.

Adolf proceeded to do just that. To begin with, he discovered that the spot on Richie's upper lip wasn't egg salad. It was creamed chicken. As he began to explain about boylovers he untied Richie's tie and unbuttoned Richie's vest, and then his shirt. Slipping them off, he ran his fingers over the boy's smooth, warm flesh and kissed him gently on his soft, sweet, cherry red lips. Richie's breath was fresh and clean, with a hint of mayonnaise and egg salad and creamed chicken. He unbuckled the boy's belt and unzipped his fly. Removing the boy's five hundred dollar Oxfords and his Argyle socks, he pulled the boy's trousers down and off. Richie was wearing tighty-whities with a big happy face on the crotch and another on the seat of his underwear. Adolph's breath shuddered as he inhaled.

As he explained how true boylovers would never do anything that a boy didn't want them to do, he removed his chauffer's hat and jacket and his navy blue tie and unbuttoned and removed his shirt, revealing his broad, muscular, and very hairy chest. He had large nipples, each with a ring of fine, silky hair which also hung from his armpits. Richie could smell the tangy fragrance of his cologne, Old Spice, and his underarm deodorant, Rex Lauren Lilac Spray. Explaining how boylovers had a very special feeling when it came to young boys, and had a very special understanding and appreciation how boys thought and felt, he removed his glossy black shoes and his socks and stepped out of his trousers. He was wearing light blue boxers and Richie noticed they were tented out in front.

Sitting there in just their underwear, Adolf took Richie in his arms and drew him close and burying his nose in Richie's long, curly blond hair he caught a hint of a lemony fragrance and inhaled deeply. He caressed the boy's smooth chest and slipping off the bed and kneeling beside it, he nuzzled Richie's nipples and then sucked on them, causing the boy's little nubs to harden and itch in a way he had never felt them before, uncomfortable and painful but in a way he wanted Adolf to continue. Slipping his hands under the elastic band of Richie's underwear, he slowly drew them down, revealing Richie's privates. Pulling off the boy's underwear, he reached over and picked up his soft, limp noodle and marvelled at how velvety smooth and warm it felt. He slowly and gently drew back his foreskin, revealing his little red plum. He drew the skin back up and Richie squirmed with the pleasure that brought and he wondered why Adolf had checked to see if he kept his knob clean. Richie noticed the tent in Adolf's underwear had grown.

Standing up, Adolf pushed his underwear down. His noodle was large, and instead of hanging down between his legs it was sticking out at an angle. Richie's eyes widened in appreciation. Having a big one evidently wasn't just a Lotta trait. As he sat back down, Adolf told Richie he could feel his if he wanted to and Richie reached over and slipped his fingers about Adolf's private part. It was huge. So were his testicles, huge and hairy. Adolf's breath shuddered and Richie wondered why he was afraid. He didn't want him to be frightened.

Slipping off the bed, Adolf knelt between Richie's legs and bowing his head, he slipped his lips about Richie's noodle and began to suck on it. That was funny, and it felt really weird and when he began to slip his lips up and down the shaft and over his knob he felt his little dicky begin to swell. He squirmed with the pleasure and when Adolf asked if everything was all right he told him how good it felt. Adolf was glad and he smiled and then continued to suck on his dicky until it was stiff and stood up straight in the air like it sometimes did when he woke up and had to take a pee real bad.

Adolf then stood and told him he could lick his dicky if he wanted to, except he called it his cock and said that was a bad word they should only say when nobody else was around. Richie was not so keen about licking him, but Adolf had done his and he figured it only fair to do it to him, so he leaned forward and stuck out his tongue and tentatively ran it up the length of Adolf's cock, from his hairs at the base to the peehole at the tip. To his surprise, it did not taste gross at all. Adolf liked it, because his cock got even longer and was now sticking straight out. So Richie licked it a second time and a third, more firmly each time, like he was licking an ice cream cone, and it kept growing and growing. Then he slipped his lips over it so the knob was in his mouth and he sucked on it, like it was a pop sickle, and it got bigger yet. Adolf told him to try sliding his lips farther down and he did, and Adolf squirmed and said how good it felt. He was glad he was making Adolf feel good because Adolf was always so good to him so he sat there on his bed and sucked and slid his lips up and down the man's cock just as he would to a pop sickle.

After a while Adolf began to breathe heavier and Richie asked if he was all right and Adolf said he was not to be surprised what was going to happen next. Richie noticed that Adolf's nuts were not hanging down anymore but had swollen up like round little balls. His jaw was starting to get sore keeping his mouth open so long and he was about to tell Adolf when Adolf squeezed his shoulders and told him to get ready to start swallowing. And then Adolf's cock jerked in his mouth and Adolf began squirting, filling his mouth with a thick, creamy, tart-tasting slime. He squirted so much and so fast Richie had a hard time swallowing it all and some oozed out of the corners of his mouth and down around his chin. Adolf was gasping and panting and saying things like "oh holy fuck, oh Christ that is so good, and fucking sweet!"

Richie finally stopped and slipped his lips off and he sat there and looked at Adolf's cock. It was standing straight up and was even bigger than his father's and his brothers. A pendant of slime was hanging from the tip, the same stuff that he had swallowed and that was dribbling off his chin. Richie had no idea what had happened but he knew Adolf was feeling good and that made him feel good. He had a heart of gold. Everyone said so.

Adolf sat down heavily on the bed and put his arm around his young charge. He had dreamed about doing this for the past year, ever since he had been hired, and it was even better than he had ever imagined. He sat there with Richie cuddled up against him for the longest time. After a bit he asked Richie if he was okay and the boy said he was, and Richie asked if he wanted to do it again. He drew the boy close to him and said he was glad the boy was okay, and that if the boy wanted, there was something else they could do. He was very happy when Richie said he'd like to, and that made Richie happy too.

Picking up his chauffer's jacket, Adolf took a half filled tube of KY out of the pocket. He never left home without it because he knew you could never tell when you might need it. Telling Richie to stand up and turn around and to pull apart his ass cheeks, he squeezed a dollop of KY on the tip of his middle finger and he proceeded to lubricate the boy's cute little pucker. Everything about the boy was cute, from his pert turned-up nose to his belly button to his little noodle and hairless balls, and his little puckered asshole. Squeezing another dollop of KY on his fingertip, he placed his fingertip against Richie's pucker and slowly began to press in. Ever so slowly he eased his middle finger up Richie's little ass, up to the end of the nail, the first knuckle, the middle knuckle, and the last knuckle. He noticed Richie's little noodle had begun to swell and as he slipped his finger in and out of Richie's ass the little boy's noodle began to rise.

Removing his finger, he applied a strip of KY along the length of his cock and he smeared it over his knob and the shaft, his cock quickly swelling and standing in anticipation. Wiping off his fingers, he piled the pillows up on Richie's bed and had Richie lay on his back with his ass raised on the pillows and his legs spread and hanging over the edge of the bed. He then knelt between Richie's legs and placed the tip of his greased cock against the boy's lubricated hole. He grasped Richie's hips and slowly eased forward, and his knob slowly stretched open Richie's tight little sphincter. He grunted and snorted like a pig in rut and little Richie strained to open up his hole as wide as he could and they both grunted and scrunched up their faces until suddenly Adolf's knob popped inside his rectum.

Taking a deep breath, Adolf slowly sank his cock up Richie's ass until he had all eight inches [20 cm] of sausage stuffed up the seven-year-old's hole. It felt so tight Adolf had to wonder if maybe Richie's sphincter might cut off his circulation. He then began to slowly pump his hips, sliding his throbbing, aching cock in and out of the little boy's body. He had thought of doing this to the doe-eyed little blond ever since the first time he had seen him, and it was even more delightful than he had imagined. Richie was enjoying it too because when Adolf stopped to catch his breath and let his lust subside before he bust a nut, Richie began to ride his stiff cock.

He smiled down at the boy and the boy smiled back up at him, bright-eyed and ruby-cheeked with those cherry red lips. He resumed fucking the boy and delighted in the burning stimulation rimming his knob and the throbbing of his swollen flesh, his long, thick cock surrounded by hot, moist boy flesh. He gasped and panted as he worked his cock in and out of the boy's rectum and the boy reached down and began to stroke his stiff little dicky as he looked up into Adolf's eyes in a half daze of lust and sheer delight. Unable to hold back, Adolf plunged forward and his cum raced up the core of his numb, throbbing cock and spurted out the burning tip and up the boy's rectum with a blast so forceful he expected to see his cum flooding the boy's deep blue eyes. Spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum filled the boy's rectum. Richie's sphincter burned with a sweet pain he had never before known, the same sweet pain that was rimming his knob. The lust-filled seven-year-old yanked on his swollen, aching peter as rapidly as he could and closing his eyes and arching his back, he pushed his hips forward, impaling his body on Adolf's throbbing, spurting cock as his body was raked with spasm after spasm of the most delightful pleasure he had ever felt. It was utterly fantastic, for both of them.

***

"Ahhhh, look at that," sighed Richie Lotta as he and Adolf walked down the street the next day, Adolf a respectful step behind the boy as usual.

Richie's chauffer/bodyguard grimaced as he saw standing there on the corner another filthy, tattered, blurry-eyed panhandler, his hand out as he intercepted those trying to ignore him. Adolf rolled his eyes. "Not again, Master Richie," he said with a sigh. "Didn't you learn from the fellow you wanted to rescue yesterday?" He loved him dearly but the boy had a heart of gold and the mind of a poodle.

"Not the looser on the corner, Adolf. In the alley."

Adolf looked up the alley, at the stinking, overflowing dumpsters and grimy rear entrances. There, standing on his hind legs and trying to reach a scrap of food was a little brown and white spotted pup. "I thought you meant the panhandler," he told his young charge.

"Are you kidding?" asked Richie Lotta, "that loser? Once was enough. I want something warm and cuddly and furry that I can snuggle up to and love, besides you," the boy said, looking up at Adolf with his big, beautiful, blue eyes, his cherry red lips curling into a seductive smile and his long, blond curls bouncing about his ears as he gave his head a shake. "Will you fetch him for me please?"

"Of course, young Master," Adolf said with a smile. He was back in a minute with the pup in his big hands

"Ahhhhh," sighed Richie as he took the pup in his arms. "When we get home I'm gonna give you the biggest, juiciest bone you ever saw," he said, looking into the pup's big, brown eyes and squeezing him to his chest. "And then you can do the same for me," he said, looking up at his chauffer/bodyguard, and he and Adolf grinned like two Cheshire cats as they headed back to the Rolls.

The End