In Oz, Matt pulled up his sweat pants and slapped his lover’s ass before crawling backwards out of the bushes. No metallic ping! this time, echoing away inside Vic, but Matt suspected the tin facade was slowly wearing thin. Soon it’d be his flesh-and-blood lover again, and if all Vic had to wear were those tight little shorts, Matt saw nothing wrong with that…
He found the shorts in question on the curb of the yellow brick road, between Sadie’s paws as if she were guarding them. When she saw Matt emerge from the underbrush, her tail thumped the stone road and she began to pant excitedly. “Almost ready to set out again,” Matt told her, pausing to scratch behind her ears before he stood.
Her tail thumped faster, and she let out a low woof of approval as she clambered to her feet.
A rustli
