Otto rode shotgun. Alvarez had three kids. The two older boys were out but fourteen-year-old Carrie was home on the broad veranda tweeting, texting and Facebooking in a chain-supported rocker. Like the window surrounds and details, the balustrade and rocker were painted forest green. A kidney of perfect lawn surrounded a mound of small fir and a couple aspen.Alvarez spent a few minutes with his daughter while Otto fetched Steve. In the backyard, Steve was trying to hump one of the English setters, who turned on him and snarled. Steve was fixed but he tried to hump other dogs. Otto wondered if Steve could achieve orgasm, and whether it was wrong for him to think of jacking off his dog.He put Steve in the vehicle. Alvarez came out the front door with a bulging gym bag. They stopped at Petco where Otto picked up a bag of Science Diet for Dogs. They drove up through Lyons and Estes Park, through a brief rain shower. It was three-thirty when they arrived at the lodge. A Larimer County Deputy waited at the gate to check their identification.
