A photograph of a party, caught Robbies eye, and he reached up the wall and took it down. It must have been from about 12 years ago and Robbie vaguel... remembered it. He was standing between his mum and Joyce and on the outsides were his dad and Uncle Garry. Their was nothing unusual about the photograph except for the fact that he looked more like his uncle Garry than his dad. In fact if you were a stranger and asked to pick the father and son,99/100 would have picked Garry as father to. Her struggling was making him more fevered and determined than normal. He knew she would give him a good ride.All females went through this practiced motion, but once the superior male had them under their control they always settled down.He would soon take this highly desired female in front of the pack to again secure his role as leader, as no other male could come close to her, and she would of course feel honored to have a litter by him.With her strength, and power he brought of his own,. She was excited beyond all reason. “Yes, sir.” Quietly, but nonetheless clearly audible. “We can help you do that, Patricia. Are you willing?” Johnson looked directly into her eyes.She returned his gaze, losing herself in his icy blue stare. “Yes. Sir. Whatever you want.” u*********sly, she straightened her shoulders, making her chest more prominent. Dr. Schmidt stepped forward. “Patricia, I'm going to hypnotize you. I'm going to help you relax, to enjoy pleasing us on a deeper, more. I’d say the same thing if either of them were here, but I’d be checking my words more carefully before they left my mouth. We’ve never had to do that with each other these years.’ Ten minutes later, Terry and I sat on her back deck with half a glass of merlot. The first half went down very fast. The wine and the conversation continued for an hour. Getting the quiet time to talk with my sister-in-law about her or me, my brother or Jerry or the kids was great. Looking at the trees and the grass.