I walk in and do a quick surveillance. There are only one or two other guys there and I do not recognize them. I glance to the middle of the store and...there is the cash register area which is raised off the ground. I immediately recognize him. It is Sir. Standing next to the cash register. He is smirking at me. It was not a smile, it was a smirk, because he knew if I actually showed up I was his.He nodded his head back to motion me over to him. I put my eyes down and began to comply. He could. He promised me you would take care of me. You don’t love me.” My 50-year-old mother, the hardnosed flinty eyed businesswoman, was throwing a tantrum.As I watched the angry red color move up her neck and face, I recalled dad’s admonition to keep her calm. I grabbed her shoulders.“Okay! Okay mom! Just let me call dad, okay?”I picked up my phone and hit dad’s speed dial. He answered on the second ring.“Yeah Tom! I’m boarding. I can’t talk long.”“Dad,” I blurted, “mom wants me to shave her ... down. She couldn’t find it within herself to oppose this odd, magnificient creature. She seemed so sure. Like she was following some kind of procedure and knew perfectly knew what she was doing and she was planning to do. Meanwhile, poor Ellie had no idea. She slowly raised her hands and intertwined her fingers behind the back of her head.*“You noticed the tool on the table, didn’t you?”, the council member asked in a tone Ellie couldn’t decipher.“Yes”, she answered quietly and the girl started to. His plump lips smile. One of the lying white leopards raises his huge head and settles again, using the boy's thighs as a pillow. He purrs against his leg. Shivers or pleasure run up his body. The leopard purrs and lies down and the boy reaches up a hand and fondles his ears gently, feeling the soft fur, soft like a Turkish silken carpet with a hundred double knots per square centimetre.The pink tongue flicks out and curls around the boy's wrist. He takes it into his mouth and the boy's eyes.