"I've got nothing planned at all. Are you sure it wouldn't be a bother?" You know Mom would love to have you over, Dave." Vicky responded, looking int... his eyes. "In fact, she'd probably be pissed if I didn't offer! Don't worry about getting clothes, either. I don't think we'll need any!" Vicky giggled as she pulled his stiffening member from his now open fly. She blew a warm stream of air over the head as she pulled back his foreskin. Her head disappeared into his lap as she lazily suckled on. I'll take care of you, and you'll be on your feet and chasing girl dogs in no time at all..." I spoke in a gentle whisper that exuded calm and comfort to him. His eyes tracked my hands as I ran them over his coat looking for injuries.Colleen brought me a bottle of water, and I poured some on my palm, offering it to the little guy.He raised his head and lapped, softly taking all the water, which I replenished several times, all the while talking and encouraging him to trust me and let me help. And you are right. We’re past the hard part.’ Dinner was delicious. A nice salad, some breadsticks, a side dish of marinated peppers and mushrooms, all washed down by the burgundy I had brought, and then a second bottle. We talked as we ate, about our previous chats, about her apartment, about our lives. She was funny, smart, sharp — but I knew all that, long before I agreed to come to dinner. We got up to clean the table. She said she’d wash the dishes if I carried everything to the sink,. "Why in hell would you say something like that anyway?" Brock asked."I ... I guess I was showing off," she admitted. "We were talking about different aspects of the game. They complimented me on my knowledge not just about the game but about both teams." Are you the one who told them about how well I hit him in the minors?" Brock asked."Well, uh, yeah," Meredith confessed. "I told them that you had played against him a bunch in the minors and you'd done well against him. They looked up the.