The barn door creaked open and a scrawny 19 year old kid swaggered in carrying a leash.
"Looking good, Paul," he said attaching the leash that until now Paul hadn't noticed around his neck, "It's
time for you to go walkies."
He yanked the leash hard causing Paul to drop to all fours, as he lead Paul out of the barn, and up the muddy
alley to the Pleasure Island Boardwalk. Paul followed instinctively. His hands were getting muddy, but he
found it easy to crawl on all fours with his now shorter hind legs. Hind legs? Why didn't he think of them
just as legs? His mind was getting fuzzy. Who was this guy? Did he know him from before? How'd he know
Paul's name? He felt warm inside when the young man said he looked good. Paul trotted faster, so he could
sniff the man's butt.
At the Boardwalk he froze. There were lots of people, and he was naked.
"Come on, don't be shy," the scrawny master ordered.
Paul came out of the alley. People raced by, but no one paid any notice. They were all drunk, high and/or
preoccupied with their buddies, and they were all male. Paul hadn't noticed before, but there weren't a lot
of ladies on Pleasure Island. Oh, there were posters all over that said "Strip Club", "Nude Girls, Girls,
Girls", and the like, but he hadn't actually seen a woman since he got here.
He was lead to a gravel strip with a fire hydrant, a couple trees, and post with a bag dispenser marked,
"Clean Up After Your Pet." The man stopped and looked down at Paul.
"Okay, now make number one and number two."