It was easy to see my future was to be relegated to playing watchdog and getting into fights with other dogs just to protect my turf and the small amo...nt of food the guy was distributing on a daily basis to all the dogs on the premises. My only chance of getting a nut would be by climbing on the back of one of the ugly pooches of the female persuasion and they looked like they were stronger and tougher than me in most respects if the truth be known. It was difficult for me to admit that I was. Paul's eyes were glued to her every curve when he heard Tom's obnoxious laugh. He shot him a glare that could stop a bull dead in its tracks. "What the fuck you laughing at?" Tom stopped laughing and nervously coughed. "Well, I umm...I just couldn't help but notice the way you watch her. She your girl?" At this question Paul boomed out a laugh and took a swig of beer. "Does she look like she's my damn girl?" He said, slamming the beer down on the counter top. "Hell, She's too damn tiny. ”She knew it was wrong, but it was just his finger. Harmless, right? She close her lips and gave a little suck, feeling a burning shame within herself as she did it. He gave an audible sigh of satisfaction as she did it, but she wasn't sure what kind of feeling she experienced. She knew she was supposed to be ashamed of herself for doing this, but she also felt filled with pride at know she had done it right. His little sigh of pleasure had told her all she needed to know about her. Anyway, she and her mom went to stay with her grandmother—her mom’s mom—for Christmas. Somewhere in Wales, I think.” That was true as well. She left the day after The Ball. “They got back the day before New Year’s Eve. The plan had been for Riss to see in the New Year with me at my house. I called her in the evening and she was... off. You know? Something wasn’t right between us. We weren’t supposed to meet up that night—it’d been a long journey and I knew she’d be tired—but she insisted. I.