Glancing back at him from the dresser mirror was a beautiful young woman that he hadbecome. He then headed down the hall to the bathroom, unhooking hi... bra andremoving his hose while he walked. He climbed into the shower andmoved back and to one side when he started the water so not to be hit.He then took the soap and approached with caution since he was stillnew to the feeling of the water perking up his nipples upon impact. As he washed his legs he realized he should have chosen to take a. For a second, I allowed myself to hope that my threat hadworked. But then he spoke..."Your vapid, pill popping mother isn't coming home, Belle. She'll staydoped up and dreaming her life away at the asylum for as long as I use'her' money to pay the doctors exorbitant fees." I realized with a sob thatI hadn't worried about my mother once since she was sent off to get treatedfor 'exhaustion'. I wondered if that meant I was a terrible son or she wasa terrible mother...probably a little of both. But. He showed me that ‘Animal Farm’ video just after we’d started being intimate – and I think I connected the two things together ... Or maybe I just found the idea particularly tantalising ... But there are images from that video still burned into my brain. That bit with the couple, and the dog is fucking the wife missionary style, and the man is doing all the work – pushing the dog’s arse toward her ... Then the dog’s licking the man’s cock and balls...” She smiles. “I buried that memory for. Who was she meeting?’ ‘Paulo Piccoli.’ Mr Rat Race broke into a big smile, showing surprisingly great teeth. ‘I’ve heard Johnbo was back in town. Please come in Miss. Champagne?’ ‘Johnbo?’ ‘Paulo Piccoli is better known in this city by his real name of Jonathon Jones. My name is Sparrow.’ ‘Real name Finnegan Bird.’ ‘That makes you genuine ma’am. Just Sparrow would be appreciated. God, it’s a long time since I’ve been called Finnegan.’ The big guy cut through the small talk. ‘Do I let Johnny in.