But the man turns to him and he knows it’s not.“Tell me the command, the one you whispered to become her master.”For the first time today, Scott...considers that, perhaps, dying might be better than this. Stepping away, he shakes his head, and is caught by two soldiers. While they hold him down, two others approach. “You don’t want to find out the things I will do to you to get this information, doctor,” the man warns, though he’s nothing but stoically gleeful while the soldiers beat Scott up for. . He didn't finish his thought as he slapped both hands down while leaning forward for a closer look, the right one landing in the mashed potatoes. This has to be a prank. Like that "War of the Worlds" radio broadcast Orson Welles did. It can't be real.Walter glanced dumbly at his hand, at the mashed potatoes oozing between his chubby fingers. But his eyes shot back up -- at the shimmering object sitting on the baseball diamond he recognized as Veteran's Park. This has to be a prank. It's even. She at all meat that that was there, her belly was swollen with meat and blood when she turned to find him. He was sitting on the ground in his human form, at first she was confused, but smelling his scent she understood it was still him. She crawled towards him, staying low to the ground as she didn’t want to anger him. “Aw, baby, that’s okay. Don’t be afraid.” He rubbed her large head and snout to assure her he wasn’t upset or angry, he was patiently waiting on her. Though it was important. On a whim, I sent Mark an email to see if he was in a place in his life where he would like to meet again. He told me he was not in anything serious, although he had a friend with benefits thing going with some chick. Apparently, she would not mind as long as he used protection. He was receptive to the idea of us meeting again so we made arrangements. I invited him to my house since he had done the same for me the last time.The meeting day had finally arrived, so about thirty minutes before.