...mine doesn't" I cajoled him"I am usually Mistresses sissy puppy on a Sunday morning when my wife isfast asleep in bed" I confessed"Well...I suppose...I jumped at my chance seeing that he was almost there"Does your wife wake when you get up in a morning to walk the dog?" No....but...." There you go then it's settled, this Sunday you can be Mistresses sissypuppy alongside me!" I beamedHe was caught by my enthusiasm, and of course his submissiveness.Working on this I was quite assertive giving. Often times some of the nurses or even office staff will take a chance on playing a game of scrabble with him. He rarely loses, if ever. He asked me to play and I told him only if we could use five letter words or less. He laughed and we did play a few games like that. I did go online and found a scrabble dictionary that if you put the letters into it it would tell you all the words you can spell out. Ben laughed when I told him about it and he let me use it. I’ve even won a few games. Now. Inside the car, which has a piece of clear plastic over the roof bows, which are normally used to hold the 'drop head' convertible top, a very properly mustached British officer with a thermos bottle full of coffee for company is driving along through the dark, which is pretty damn 'deserted road at 4 or 5 am' and inside the car is a cardboard box on the passenger side and a suitcase is on the outside of the car on the luggage rack over the trunk. The flapping plastic make shift top duct taped. ”He stood up and faced away from her, “I’ll leave you to get dressed Mrs Mills, then you can come round to my desk.”Having made herself decent Isabel walked round to the doctors desk.“Please sit Mrs Mills and I will attempt to clarify my reason for asking you such a personal question.”Isabel sat and looked him in the eyes.“I see that you’re sixty three years old, may I ask how long you’ve been on your own?” Isabel thought for a moment, “forty years this August, why?”“I assume you aren’t.