Jonny QuestI discovered my first true love when I was about seven years old.  I spent every Saturday morning with him and his little bull-dog, Bandit.  I didn’t mind that Jonny was four years older than me as I have always like older men.  I loved that Johnny was always up for adventure and it didn’t hurt that he came from such cerebral blood lines.  His father, Dr. Benton Quest, was one of the top three scientists in the world and gave Jonny such free reign to fight evil.
Sometimes it was a pain to have Hadji around.  I wanted Jonny all to myself.  Dr. Quest did a good thing by adopting Hadji, but for goodness sake he was always hanging around.
Ah, the nighttime fantasies I used to have about Jonny. These fantasies just proved to be a pre-curser to  a bit more “mature” set of delightful desires when I discovered my desire for “My Three Sons.”

my three sons

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