I go with the least embarrassing option.“Emma, I forgot to bring a towel, can you send one toward me?” I ask her, trying to sound like there is no...hing wrong.I hear nothing for few seconds, then she replies, “Sorry... I already have my socks on... I don’t want to get them wet...”What is that excuse? It’s not like she has to come close, she can throw it to me. Although, I’m not going to tell her and have her knock me cold dead. I sigh, resigned to do the only thing I can do without appearing. I was a man possessed, tireless and desperate as I’d never been, driven by the need to tear the woman below me down to her very foundation, to lay her bare so I could see all the pieces spread out before me before putting them back together again the way I wanted them. I’d desired this moment and run it through my head so many times, and in almost every scenario I’d been methodical, slow, deliberate, teasing her out bit by bit as we came together. The reality was anything but. It was frantic,. Así, ya se te abre el agujero. Un poco más, aprieta. Ya te sale, bien.” Noté cómo me salía, cayendo al suelo. Entonces, cogió la manguera y se puso a limpiarme. “Así será todos los días. Cagaras y mearas al aire libre, a cuatro patas y sin ninguna intimidad. Para eso quisiste ser una perra. Y te aviso que todo esto se está grabando en la cámara de la pared, para que el Dueño lo vea y juzgue mi trabajo de doma”. Otra vez las correas y nos llevó al porche.Mi entregaNos recibió el Dueño, que ya. ‘Who said my name was James?’ ‘Well, isn’t it James? You’re James Letinthal Winthrop the Third. Plain as day to me.’ replied Stan. ‘And how did you come to know that, Stan-I-Guess?’ said James through slightly narrowed eyes, now sporting more than a hint of annoyance in his tone. ‘Oh, I just know. I guess you could say I’m psychic.’ Stan looked nonchalantly off to the side at a red cardinal that had found a perch in a nearby ornamental bush. The bird met eyes with him and instantly fell dead.