He popped up into place and poured each of them a cup of the mixed drink.“You a real good li’l sissy boi. I love dis shit,” Royce announced.“T...ank you, sir,” the five-foot-nine-inch, one-hundred-forty-pound waif replied.“Hell yeah,” he said before gulping. “Da rest uh da night, you is my pet. You don’t talk. Just make cat sounds,” he smirked.“Meow, meow, meow,” Mindy beamed.“Good li’l faggot!”“Meow!”Royce snatched the glass from in front of Mindy and stood up. He found the yellow dog bowl in. My right hand is flat against his black hoodie. I can feel his heart beat through the fabric of his clothes. I take a step backward and pull the man by his hoodie towards me. My hands find the sides of his face. My fingertips dance over the scratchy fuzz while I smile at his closed eyes. His lips are partially open, as if his whole face is meditating. I wrap my arms around his neck and find his lips with mine. I pucker ever so slightly and take in his lower lip in before gently sucking on it. I. There's just too much risk in getting involved to that degree with someone you don't know very well." She laughed and added, "I guess I'm just destined to be married to my job." "But don't you sometimes get lonely?" Donny asked. Of course, what he really meant was `don't you get horny?' and she didn't fail to catch the implication. Her expression got very serious and she said in a soft, almost sad, voice, "Yes, Donny. Oh, yes, I do get lonely sometimes. Very lonely." Her expression brightened. ”I carefully took off her shoe and sock on the injured leg, felt for the pedal pulse and found it (even though of course it was diminished). I checked the capillary refill in her toes and found it was also diminished. I finished my quick exam, looked at her and she said, “I can tell by your face, it’s not good news.”I reply, “Your pedal pulse and capillary refill are diminished which probably indicates... ”She interrupted, “ ... Yeah, it indicates that this fucking piece of metal through my leg.