<div class="floatleft">(http://justgiblets.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/piven19.jpg)</div>I woke up the next morning in a groggy state, I was in sexual boot camp and loved every moment of it. The session with Mio, the playful grabs during dinner and Miriam's hot tub dip had me sleep that night with a wide smile on my face. I slowly shambled to the bathroom and shaved half asleep, it was second nature for me. My shower was after, once out I pulled on a pair of jeans, black boots and a vintage aviator jacket tossed over a think long sleeve shirt. Mornings were chilly and today's lesson plan was starting in the stable.<br/><br/>I quietly exited the house and walked around back towards the stable, whistling as I knew one of academy's dogs would catch me coming around around the corer of the house. Without disappointment, Toro, the black Rottweiler came out charging towards me. I saw that pup grow before my eyes, he was massive but as playful when he first left his mother's teat. I had to side step to avoid his pounce, giving his head a playful scratch as I picked up one of the few scattered balls that littered the back yard. I got him really worked up, playing a game of fetch, keeping an eye on my watch.<br/><br/>Toro's barking and laughing soon began to wake up the stable, the horses called for their breakfast and more of the dog's came out to play a game of catch. Soon they were fighting over who got to the ball fastest, they were all great dogs and were disciplined far better than any of the current students we had at the Academy. That realization brought a smile to my face, after about an hour of play I came in out of breath and washed my hands. I took a seat at the dining table and waited for everyone else to file in for the morning. Roger was first in, besides the maids and cooks who were hard at work to set the table even if I was already sitting down and browsing over the paper.<br/>"Six shot wake up?"<br/>I glanced over his way with a smile before turning my attention to the headlines again.