‘No. No. Not again. Nooo! Please…please come back, Sir. Please come back...please…please...’ She was alone with just her tears to keep her com...any. She had no idea how many times he had left her like this, wanting and longing, desperate for an orgasm. She hadn’t cried every time. That was reserved only for this moment. The words she whimpered became a mantra. It was all she could do, the only thing she could focus on. Finally, she fell silent. Her deep breathing was the only sound that filled. The innocence shown through the gaze, it made the purple mark that much more infuriating. I rolled her a joint knowing she had smoked cigarettes before and gave it to her. "Smoke this, I'll get you something to drink." I stood and moved to the kitchen, poured a glass of whiskey, and returned. The joint was already largely gone. "Wash it down with this." I said handing her the glass. She downed it promptly and hugged me again. "I want one more thing. I appreciate this, but it isn't what I. ” She looked around the room at us, “What does he mean?”I smiled at Mom and Helen, “Which part? I take it he just climaxed, in you I hope, so he needs to be made hard, again.”“No, not that part. I knew that. The other part, about the dog.”I chuckled knowingly and Mom and Helen joined me. “Yes, well, that … I think you just need to experience that. Oh, the dog won’t be fucking you. That’s tomorrow.” I turned to the others, “Which dog do you think?”Mom shrugged, “I don’t think it matters, they’ve. She was on I-80 … but she was heading west.’ Sniffling back tears, Archie took a minute to think about that. ‘What does that mean?’ ‘It means she was coming back to you. It means she’d come to the obvious-to-everyone-else epiphany that she was making a mistake by giving up. It means she’d finally realized what an incredible man she had in you, and that she was willing to figure out a way to make it work… And it means that, if she believed … like I believe … that Sammi could make you happy, then.