Timmy heard the familiar rustling of the covers as Roscoe
got on the bed to wake him up. He rolled over to “give kisses” good
morning. Timmy laughed as Roscoe’s tongue danced across his face.
“Stop it boy,” he giggled, as he playfully pushed Roscoe away. But today,
Roscoe was wanting more than a taste. As boa constrictors are wont to
do, he wrapped his powerful loins around Timmy’s neck and stretched his gaping
jaw over Timmy’s head.