Date: Fri, 23 Jul 2004 22:43:29 -0500
From: thomas jacobson <kiokomo2002@lycos.com>
Subject: Awesome

I apologize in advance for the horrible puns to come (damn, there is one
again!) at the end of this brief conversation between a fan and I.
Perhaps, if everyone basks in the warm glow long enough, I will start
actually writing some fictional stories, as my own incredibly hot personal
ones are starting to run a little thin (OK, I'm running out of the great
ones to tell, alright?).  If you like or don't like the direction of this,
thats OK.  I can handle it.  As always, the authors here live for your
feedback.  -Tom

> SIR YES SIRRRRR


At attention, Private!

Private, YOU have volunteered for one of the most demanding jobs that you
will ever attempt.

YOU have volunteered for one of the most rewarding jobs that you will ever
undertake.

Private, you have volunteered for the K9 Corps.  From here on out, YOUR
social life as you have known it will cease to be.  Your friends, your
family, everything you ever held dear will NOW take a back seat to the most
important job YOU have ever been assigned.

Your NEW job, Private, will now be one of the few, the proud, the most
SUCCESSFUL candidates to have ever come out of the elite K9 Breeding
Program.  Your NEW charge, Private, comes from a long line of STRONG and
ABLE breeding stock.  The most important thing in your life, now, Private,
from this day forward, is the most promising candidate the K9 Corps has
offered in years.

Meet your new charge, Private, - Jackson.  Eyes straigt AHEAD, Private.  If
those are eyes of desire, Private, they had better be for you desire alone,
to take under your care, this most impressive of German Shephards.  He's
two years old, and in his PRIME.

Jackson's lineage is a LONG, IMPRESSIVE, and LARGE one.  Agile and quick,
he knows what he needs to do and how to get it done.  He can take a man
down to a fully submissive position, on his HANDS and KNEES no less, with
the authority that makes most men shiver in their boots.  He's slick, mark
my words, and most men would beg to listen to what he would pant in their
ears once he's got YOUR attention.  YOU'LL do what HE wants, because HE'S
in charge.  If you have any problems with what he wants from you, I can
PROMISE you, Private, that Jackson, of all the animals in his elite corps,
will drive HOME his point to you in a way that will leave you begging for
MORE instructions on how to be of service to him further.

Private, your life will now revolve around this animal.  YOU are to cater
to his every need.  Private, he will not so much as become your animal to
merely take care of.  No, Private, YOU will become his animal to SERVE him.

YOU will bring him water to cool his thirst.  YOU will feed him only the
best so that HE will and CAN remain in peak condition.  YOU will accompany
him in any manner of exercise that is deemed necessary to ensure his peak
performance.  YOUR job, Private, is to meet his every desire so that he can
come and bring you EVERY DROP that he has to give you.  And it is a FULL
responsability, Private.  HE will give you every once of energy he HAS in
his LOINS.  You will never feel more fulfilled, more safe, more protected,
than when THIS animal has YOUR BACK.  He will pull you close, closer than
you EVER thought you could get to your superior, and he will KNOT (sorry,
NOT) let you go until YOU have fulfilled your duty (or till he has filled
your dooty).

Do I make myself CLEAR, Private?