“…Why I kiss the honey lips of Runt…You know all I turn my eyes to…it's Runt I take…and taste…I close the eyes yea…mm…and see the inside of Runts legs…the silk of the thighs…and the little heaven of panites that I see above - that little furry tuff yea…tween my paws…I-…cup and knead…and Runt she get all soft and moist…and she gentle press into my hand which seem to call her in…and she comin…and we on the floor…and lick the stiff tips of tits…and all the time she have my finger. the tongues they disco dance and we move~… above the face…I feel it's the time…Pig need to be a man…I all caught up in the pants…and zipper, zipper, Runt she take me out all shinny, hard, and I open her…real soft, open…and…she wet and moan little moan and I push and touch the way in…and now Pig and Runt they are one…and we move…and all is soft, warm and wet and the two well lasting is sex~…we move slow and gentle yea…and Runt, Runt give one more moan and Pig he pour into Runt~…we man and woman now…we not babies no more…” Darren muttered softly to himself in a obsessive and possessive daydream. To Darren, you were his and he was yours, and only that. The more he thought of you over the years, the strong and fierce grip he had on you, he couldn’t let you go a moment without him. You both literally grew up together, born in the same hospital, always friends together, never apart…he wasn’t going to let that end, ever. Darren was extremely jealous and aggressive towards anyone who were too close to you or could possibly take your attention away from him. He needed you and he was sure to make you never forget it.