“Jacob, let me ask you this. When you woke up this morning, who did you think you were going to marry?”I raised an eyebrow. “I had no idea,” I...said, shaking my head. I haven’t thought about that kind of thing since Christmas.She took a quiet moment and looked me in the eyes again.“I know, every morning, who I want to marry. But it’s like a dream for me. I know where it’s going to happen. I just don’t know when,” she said with a faraway look.She stood up, paying no heed to her nudity, looking. We don’t want to taint the testing by providing you with the testing parameters. Once we make the introductions, which will be a surprise, I have to ask you to leave the testing area. We don’t want claims of you somehow influencing her.”I love the looks of “bullshit” on their faces when told that Ellen survived alone in the woods for two years.“Miss,” one of the dog handlers said. “Please don’t try to pet the dog. We trained him to attack.”No matter what the trainer said, the dog jerked forward. We went back to my apartment that night. Abby and I could not be alone. We gave strict instructions that if anything were to happen, positive or negative, that I be called ASAP. We arrived at my apartment, and the two of us went to my bedroom. Emotionally drained from the day, we fell asleep. For the time being, our feud was on hold. I woke up with my arms around Abby, and momentarily forgot what had happened. I felt as though I was holding my love in my arms, and kissed her on her forehead. I. She’s not unattractive, but she doesn’t look the type who turns too many heads – that blonde hair hangs like a curtain, or a safety blanket over half of her face, but we can clearly see her cheeky smile as we approach.She speaks in a strong Yorkshire accent, “Hello, an’ welcome to this week’s United Kingdom of Zoo ... My name is Victoria Bravia. I’m 20 years old, and I’m a student from Sheffield, and tonight, I am your dogwhore!” She puts a lot of emphasis on the word “I”.We cut to a montage of.