I walked into the gymnasium and saw all my Mistresses there waiting for me. Mistress Pam waited until I was with them and she said, “OK, we have to ...in this game. It is important we win all the games, but if we lose, the whore is not going home tonight. I have made a deal with the head cheerleader from their school and if we lose, I have to give them the whore to do whatever they want with her. I don’t want that to happen, so let’s be sure our boys win. We will do whatever it takes to distract. Everyone gathered around and examined the young man.“Scrawny,” commented one.“Bad luck,” said another.They all paused and thought, some suggesting to kill the stranger. The oldest among them shook his head. “We take him to the shaman. We make no decisions without his say.”Reluctantly the rest agreed, and one of the largest offered to carry the half-drowned man back to the settlement. “Maybe the shaman will let us keep this one like the other who washed on our shores,” said the large hunter. He. “This is yours now.” It was a dog, a devil dog.The dog was a giant animal, a wolf as big as a Shetland pony. He was not a Hollywood wolf but an ordinary wolf except for his size, with shaggy grey hair, except he did not look cowed, but was erect and straight as if he were the leader of the pack. I looked in his eyes. They were cold, cunning but neutral. Santa said, “You control the dog or he will control you.” Santa was Uncle Bert now, his face, his voice, still in the red uniform.I was. I mean, like I was really pissed at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I got to thinking it was okay." Charlene looked at me as she said that last part. Charlene had given me a number of clues that she might enjoy showing off as much as I enjoyed her doing so. I was, however, a little slow on the uptake. "Okay? You mean him secretly watching you? You thought that was okay?" At this point, the other two were just watching Charlene and me. They probably wanted to know, just like.