“Mmmm, you took forever to get here, I was losing hope.” The voice was definitely her daughter, but she had never heard her talk that way, sultry... sexual, and sensual. Who the hell had she brought over here? Suzanne wasn’t crazy, this sure as hell felt like the start of a physical encounter, and she was feeling very angry her daughter wouldn’t just engage in this activity already, but in her mother’s bed, no less. She watched her daughter’s hand go to the stomach of the guy laying there and. Ich ging zum Wasser und sah hinein. Ich war eine Dänische Dogge. Oh Gott. Aber es war wohl das näheste Wessen.„Gizmo komm her.“ Das war wohl ich. Ich rannte in Richtung der Stimme. Dann sah ich mein Frauchen. Eine Frau um die 40. Schlank und knackig. Sie beugte sich zu mir und streichelte mein Fell.Ihre vollen Möpse unter dem Shirt lagen auf meiner Gesichtshöhe. Ihre Hände auf meiner Haut. Ich spürte meinen Schwanz wachsen. Ich musste sie ablenken. Ich leckte ihr Gesicht ab. Sie lachte und. But it never comes.The sorrow void churns the nothingness in the pit of my stomach, like an ice cream maker running empty. Disturbing. Wrong.I’m here; hanging, waiting - for something that I’m conditioned to expect. Something, that always comes, always has before.Not this time. The worst thing is, there’s no triumphant look on your face. Just a glazed, wooden stare. Nothing. Like seeing a ghost. You’re here, yet not truly present.I want to beg, sob for what’s due, what’s mine, always has been.. It was a chaste love, appropriately platonic, considering Plato and his question and answer philosophy. At least he thought it was platonic. She was a beautiful woman, but he saw her in the light of being Jane's mom.One night everything changed. Jim came over after his dinner at home, arriving at Mrs. Riemer's house about 7:30. She was in mid shower when Jim rang the doorbell. When she didn't arrive after a couple minutes, Jim rang again. He knew she was there, since she had invited him over..