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Jolene, wiggled in her seat, eyes wide open and big smile on her face and said: "You mean....

that this is kinda like a date or something." "Yep" Doggio growled. "It's going to be something all right. You just sit there and look pretty and let me take care of everything." Doggio then mashed the gas pedal and sped off towards Plattsville where he believed...

that simple doggie kibble would have some "magical" sexual effect on jolene. he surmised this primarily because of her constant wiggling and mistook it for genital tingling when in fact she'd drunk way too much frickin sun tea that day and needed to pee really badly. as they passed the dairy queen and headed on towards the city, doggio's paw creeped slowly towards jolene's thigh. the truth was that he was high from so much weed and hadn't recalled that he had no idea that he'd never had sex with a human being. the thought then began to grow substantially in his doobied brain and he suddenly........

...yanked the wheel to the side when he saw "Marvin's Motel, Gas Up and Food Stop" on the side of the road.

They needed gas. Doggio needed to pee. Jolene needed to pee. There was something special going on here and maybe, just maybe, Doggio was going to see it happen.

He checked for gas prices for regular as opposed to high octane. Certainly the dumb Kia didn't need high octane. He told Jolene to go check the ladies' room while he trotted over to the food store. "Kibble," he muttered, chuckling, "I gotta kibble for Miss Jolene..."

but Doggio stopped and frowned. There was a sign on the door saying in very large letters, No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service. Of course Doggio had neither shirt nor shoes. He made a quick detour to the ladies rooma and banged on the door. "Joleen! I need your shirt and shoes." "But Doggio, why do you want my shirt and shoes?" "Never you mind, just do what I say and be quick about it." Joleene opened the door and handed over her shirt and shoes. Of course Dogio had forgotten that Joleene had only two shoes, and he had four feet. Doggio fiqured he would just try faking it. So he put on Joleens sheer see through blouse and her six inch stilletto heels and wobbled toward the store again. He actually made it all the way to the kibble aisle when all of a sudden he tripped in those damn high heels. knocking over the whole rack of kibbles. The owner of the store was just about to start screaming at him, but that is when Joleen came wandering in without shoes or shirt. The manager sputtered...

and he spittled all over the revolving three week old rotisserie hot dogs, which probably actually added to the flavor and juiciness. Jolene stood tall with her low rise jeans, bare feet and her hands splayed across her breasts, just barely! the manager was clearly entranced by jolene and doggio being no complete fool, ran about the store taking everything that he could possibly think they might want or need and threw it all into bags. he ran back for jolene's stilettos and quietly slipped them onto her feet unseen by the drooling and nearly comatose manager. doggio ran for the car and honked the horn for jolene who removed her hands to adjust her shoes more comfortably and the reveal caused the manager to have cardiac arrest. his demise along with his very old drooled on hot dogs........

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