”She shook her head right away. There was no way she was showing him anything. It was bad enough that he was seeing her looking like this, in PJs an... chucks.“Wrong answer.” His hands moved to her arms and started pulling her around.Her hands were covered in flour from the dough, and he pushed her back against the counter as he looked down at her. She was fighting to keep her eyes on him, and not let them travel down to his bare chest. He was so close, and she wanted to touch him. He smiled as. “Does my puppy need to wee-wee?” Donald asks masterfully.Emma barks in reply.Donald takes her leash and leads her over to a corner near a tree. “Alright sweetie, go ahead,” he tells her.Emma, not sure at first what to do, then realizes she needs to squat to pee between her legs. And she does. The warm stream of piss coming out of her feels like such relief. She shakes herself some to try to get the excess off her, as she knows she can’t wipe herself right now.“Is my puppy feeling better. .. the heat was welcome.Hmmm ... tasty ... seriously. Not half bad ... and it seemed to ring my chimes. The second slice of the pickle ... the sourness ... better than sweet-tarts. Another draft. More cheese.Understand ... we were buying our own drinks ... no expectations. None of us were sponging drinks. Teenagers drinking legal ... we had driven up 14 in the Dodge. BEFORE the storm. Stuck up here until the Troopers opened the road. Shit happens.Anyway, after the second pickle and the fourth. .I wasn't..." Well, I am. I'm an old bitch! Let's call a spade a spade, littlegirl. But, where's the fun in dressing like one." You don't have to dress like a grandmother." But more mature." Yah, you'd look so much better if you had shorter hair." Less like a blonde bimbo?" I didn't say..." You didn't have to," Harry countered as he leaned back on the couchand stared at the ceiling.Michael was silent before Harry added, "The reason I dress like this isbecause I didn't get the chance to.