Paige drew my attention to the lobster in front of me. She showed me how to rip the body apart, and to use the tools to dig the meat out. I was so abs...rbed with the way she was explaining the various parts of the animal that I missed hearing Harold’s question. ‘Brian, my husband is asking how you happened to hire contractors,’ Nadine said, her lips practically touching my ear. Paige had just dipped the most succulent part of a lobster into butter, and fed it to me. I motioned that my mouth was. Her legs were really smooth and I massage till her knees. She tucked her nightgown to knee level so that oil does not touch her clothes. I used to massage for about 90 minutes every day. This went on for a week.Next week while I was massaging her, she was a bit smelly, looked like it’s coming from her panty. I thought her periods are on. That was when first thought of panty came to my mind. She usually sleeps off while I massage. That day after the massage, I slowly slide her gown up to her. I stood up and said, "But Daddy, we cain't move to Tulsa! What about my friends? What about Sue Ellen? I cain't just be leavin' everthang behind!"Well, Daddy had every right to haul off and slap me clean into next week for that little outburst, but he didn't even raise his hand. He just said, "Son, I'm sorry this don't fit into yer plans for courtin' Sue Ellen, but we ain't got no choice. Hell, I'd be happy t' leave ya behind. Yer fifteen an' old enough t' make yer own way I reckon, but movin's. A quick check over her, revealed no damage to her apart from a few minor scratches. Grabbing the back of her neck in his powerful jaws, but being careful not to grip too hard and break her skin, he dragged her to their den. The girl whimpered and cried out, but didn’t resist and even helped by crawling across the grass.At last, they reached the shelter of their brick kennel with its warm bedding and clean fresh water. The girl drank from the stainless steel bowl; slaking her thirst and washing.