." she chattered on gaily, describing all that she had planned for me already.I chuckled to myself at her enthusiasm. No-one could claim that she didn...t try as hard as possible by human beings to make me happy. But she still had failed to answer the most important question: "Mother, who would be my groom?"She stopped chattering and looked at me in puzzlement for a moment, then smiled."Oh dear, I'm sorry. That is a bit of a large chunk of information, now isn't it? The groom is someone you are. He was penetrating me so deeply I could barely catch my breath, riding me like an a****l. Suddenly his hand around my neck slid around the back and grabbed a handful of hair, yanking my head back hard, his other arm wrapping tightly around my waist. He pounded into me, fucking me wildly, pumping into me over and over, my hips grinding down onto him, thrusting myself onto him, wanting every inch, every sensation, mindless. I reached back and my nails sank into his hip as I pulled him into me as. .., he…” Mrs. Kramer looked around, leaned towards Claire and whispered, “…he gets so excited his little wiener sticks out!” She giggled and her face turned bright red. Feeling something wet on her arm, she noticed Jack-Jack’s wiener was poking out a little bit right now. “He’s never liked being groomed before! Even the word made him hide behind the couch!” Mrs. Kramer kissed her dog and rubbed noses with him. “How do you do it, Claire?” “Oh, dogs just like me, I guess,” Claire said, reaching. Just a few months after Aileen's op, all traces of her depression had disappeared completely. And I began to think that Aileen should have had the operation years before, because her whole personality had changed so much. She seemed to be permanently on a high and all of her funny moods had disappeared, even at that particular time of the month.About this time, things had begun to change in my life as well. Some months before Aileen's op, I'd sent a manuscript of a novel I'd written to Rhoda.