" Joan's voice was quiet and reserved."Is that Andy?" Amanda asked about the proud golden cat. She could see him prowling behind the bars. She heard h...m cough, then growl low and plaintively to Joan."Let's go," Joan said, unwilling to approach any closer to the lion. Amanda understood. There was no need to punish the girl. She felt guilty enough--of that there could be no doubt, especially after seeing her swift change of mood."Where next?" Amanda asked."I don't know." Joan turned away and. Carla needed a milking now and asked the driver if he had a thirst for her gifts. He was only too happy to partake and he suckled her hard, like a toothless newborn calf. At one natural pool a group of six Norwegian men sat on the rocks. Carlas hungry eyes and motioning lips told them everything they needed to know. The first one stood and walked over to offer her his manmeat. Bruce was glad to have her fed in short order. She gulped and gobbled and stroked and chortled until he blew a gasket.. She thought I was a professor, even though I assured her that I was not. Fifty-something-year-old guys have to be careful when hanging around the university student union. (I am not a pervert, and I really was waiting on my son to get out of classes.)We had no sooner finished things up in her two-bedroom flat just a few blocks off the campus, than her roommate showed up. I was all set to make my exit, when a tapping on the apartment front door hastened things up a bit.Angela stood about five. I looked at Dad, and he pointed at the sub sandwich. He was right. I was starving and had to keep my head in the game. It was probably better that Mom handled Brook until I could get through filming for the day. Brook and Mom left us alone.“How are things?” I asked.“Not great.”That was probably the understatement of the year. Then I had a thought.“Where were you? I would have thought that you and Ian would have been together,” I said, confused.“Christmas shopping.”I could see why Dad decided to.