But hey, even nice guys like me get a little fed up. We lash out, fight back and/or verbally insult with an impulsive idiocy that will usually get us ...nto really big trouble. Though we’ll really, really feel bad about it later, at the time, vengeance is the end all be all of our existence. Strangely enough, this time I don’t feel bad. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ll be fantasizing about today for the rest of my life. It could have something to do with the fact that I’ll never have the cojones to. Me, I wanted to suck on my mother's tits. No more and no less. I already had a battery powered bike.When I got home, I saw Mom outside on the front lawn. She was wandering around in circles in shock. "Your dad is gone," she told me in a little girl lost voice. She was too numb to cry.She led me into the house and into chaos. The seventy-two inch flat screen TV was gone. In their bedroom, his clothes were missing. Also missing was Mom's jewelry. The son of a bitch had even taken my computer from. "Goofy, heel!" I commanded. The Doberman emerged from the edge of the stage to sit on my left side. I explained to the audience that the 'heel' command was complicated as I rubbed Goofy's neck, shoulders and head—when I moved, Goofy would maintain position. When I stopped, he'd stop and sit next to me, waiting for my next command. He would keep doing that until released. "I don't do this with Harmony, though." Why not?" a woman in the audience asked."Let's," Harmony said. "A collar and leash. The sheets on the mattress were pale pink with girly designs. She had brought a matching lamp set and comforter, making it as comfortable as possible. The designs soothed her, reminding her of less lonely times. Mika had had a sweet boyfriend and they had been together for two years. He took her to her last two proms and her parents had loved him. He had been a wonderful boyfriend, spoiling her with small gifts and notes and meals that he cooked for the two of them.He had even spent a night on.