You park on the road in between houses and carry your dufflebag with you to Marks's back yard. There are no cars in the driveway and you figure you can stay a while without anyone noticing. You also notice a five foot high chain link fence surrounding the property, "this is new" you think to yourself, as you walk through a gate and push aside the basement window.
Mark's basement hasn't changed since his mom got divorced.
boxes were still lying everywhere with occasional garbage bags full of clothes. The old couch was still there too, a giant monster left over form the 70's, Cal would have to be careful not to get any dog spooge if his new dick lasted long enough to produce a wet dream. "Dain it, if I was back in college I'd have no problem getting a girl to insert this thing".
Looking back outside you see the reason for the new fence. Another section of high fencing surrounds a prefabricated dog house sitting on a bed of concrete. You feel your scrotum dropping in your shorts when you notice what's inside, a german shephard police dog bitch.