His growl was enough to make Sissy tremble in fear."Chief, Baron," she gasped. She knew the dogs, but she also knew they weren't pets. She remembered ...hat they had done to a city slicker one day when he tried to hornswaggle Mr. Sutter."I-I'm Sissy," she whimpered fearfully, as if that would make a difference.Baron stood firmly near her head, glaring as though he was daring her to move. Chief looked like he wanted to bury his fangs in her throat.Sissy froze with terror, but her mind went a mile. ” “All right then,” she said in a defeated sigh. “But I’m making breakfast tomorrow morning, got it?” “Sounds like a deal.” “Well, good night, Zachary.” “Good night, Sally.” She stood, went to the bathroom, and then the bedroom. When he heard the soft click of the door, he went into the bathroom himself. He stood before the commode, unzipped his pants and pulled out the erection that had been bound in his jeans for the past five minutes. As quietly as he could, he masturbated. With his eyes. Elizabeth Scrooge, my wife of twenty years and the mother of my two children. She looked younger than me and was very flirty. She enjoyed sex but we had stopped having it so often for some reason.Mary Cratchitt. Bob's wife and a fine figure of a woman. She was short and pleasingly plump, not fat but plump. She and Bob had been married for as long as Elizabeth and I, not that we were acquainted at that time.Tiny Tim. A figment of asshole's imagination.Our story began on Christmas Day. No ghosts,. Doofus) and then, "Tom, nobody knows me here but you., I'm nervous and my stomach feels a little jumpy."Here was shock number one in my short life. Sam was nervous? How could my best friend be nervous? From the moment I had met her she was a bundle of confidence and a girl that seemed to know just about everything.She and I were about the same height. She had a slender build (no baby fat), blond hair and piercing green eyes. What did she have to worry about? I wanted to think before I spoke.