But it was not to be, he looked into her loving eyes and said, sorry my pet this is just something I have to do by myself.He was not sure exactly what...he was looking for, but knew when he saw the one he would know. At the shelter he was taking his time and looking really close at each pet, some really perked up as he went from one cubical area to the next. Many tried to show their best and most appealing assets, their boobs bottoms and how shapely and well trained they were, some would roll. Krissi came back, muttering to herself. "Does your company do telephone solicitation?" she asked."No," Devlin said. "No, we don't." Good. Jeeze, that makes me mad. For crying out loud, can't we have a little privacy?" Apparently not," Devlin said. She drew Krissi down beside her on the bed and began massaging the girl's back and shoulders. She dropped a kiss on the back of her neck. "See? It's gotten you all tense. You should relax and ignore them."She could see Krissi close her eyes, rocking. He heard screams of pleasure coming from the kitchen as he closed the front door and headed down the walk. He waved to Mr. Johnson as he went down the walk, ‘Where you headed to Jonathan?’ he asked. ‘Going downtown Mr. Johnson,’ he replied. ‘Come on in and I’ll give you a ride, have to go downtown myself,’ and Jonathan headed up the walk to his front door. Mr. Johnson showed him in and he sat in the living room as he waited. Mr. Johnson was a widower and Jonathan looked around at the pictures. Some rumors abounded concerning her inability to finish a simple sentence without staring off into space and losing all sense of where she was and even the fact of her own identity.Other than this strange curse, which had been visited on her since childhood, she was normal in every other regard, including a fair share of beauty that her long-deceased mother had possessed in her role as a star of the London stage for a full two seasons.The mystery of her affliction was so strange that the town.