By Piglett
Sunday morning.
Party over, aftermath.
The lights wake me up. I lift my head slightly and start to lick his boot’s upper. I feel the stroke of Tim’s hand. He gently pulls my collar up. I sit up and smile. Tim, Per and Zeb are sitting next to each other and I see my bag is there too. I beam a huge grin.
Zeb signs at me asking if I am alright and I tell him I am more than alright I am as happy as Larry. He grins at me. I ask him if he is fine with the agreement we had made for him last night. He smiled and looked like a mischievous little child. He signs back that he is grateful and Per is happy too. I nod. I sign for him to tell Tim that I will be licking his boots because every part of me feels like it had been in a cement mixer with several bricks and grin. I get down flat and lick his boots and feel contented. I then lick Zeb’s too noticing they have an unusual taste that I can’t quite place. Then I lick Per’s boots too and know they are Sergio Grasso SG’s. I raise my head looking towards Tim. He smiles at me. I look up at Per.
“I didn’t know you ride Per. I haven’t tasted Sergio Grasso SG’s for a long time,” I said.
