You know how young girls get when they are frustrated with something? "Aarrrr. yes! yes, yes. I been wanting this to happen for a long time. I guess I...always thought it would only be a fantasy, but believe me for the last time. It was amazing. You are amazing, Uncle Mike." OK, good. I feel the same way. But you have to also remember this has to be our secret. No telling your friends or posting on Facebook or whatever sites you use now." Yeah, yeah," she said. She sat up and said she was going. " ('Petal'was a term of endearment Aunty Bev used on everybody she was fond of.)I paused confusedly."Au- what?" Au-natural dear, it's French. It means I'm naked; except for my corsetthat is." I won't look. I'll close my eyes," I offered. "I'm good with knots." Oh would you darling. That would be just so helpful."I knocked softly and she invited me in. With my eyes tightly screwed shutI opened the door, entered and stood there blindly with my arms extended.Aunty Bev let out a little giggle. David then had to endure the perfectly horrible experience of having toeat his lunch while desperate for a change, sitting in a stinky poopynappy. The awful stench rising up to assault his nostrils didn't help hisappetite one bit!Jane carried on feeding him as though nothing untoward had happened. Hecouldn't understand how she could endure the stink without grimacing. Onanother occasion he had been wearing his baby-blue shortie overalls oneSaturday morning, which indicated they were probably. I bared my teeth and smiled at the razor-sharp canines I discovered. My ears were pointed and my tail massive. I remained unable to tell the exact breed, but one thing remained clear. I was a stud. What do you think? I asked as I turned to face Nikki. Youyoure a stud, she said after a few moment of opening and closing her mouth. A wide smile curled my lips. If my own cousin could admit I was a stud, then there was little place for doubt. I knew it would still take some time for me to get used.