She imagined Him picking up the leash and giving her a playful flick on the behind to indicate what she was to do next. Then, as He had instructed, P...tti began to crawl. She crawled slowly down the aisle and looked carefully around the corner before turning and crawling up the next, always imagining Him beside her, leading her along, tugging gently on her collar if she slowed down. Her breasts seemed unnaturally heavy beneath her. Her breath sounded horrendously loud in her ears, ragged as it. That’s the reason I had her come for tea today—I had to get her thoughts on it. And that’s the reason I just gave you the key.”Feeling like Sioban had risen above me in Colette’s estimation I said, “You mean you liked Sioban so much that you asked her to come here ... to get her ADVICE?” So why do you think you can trust ME more with a key to your place?”Assessing the confusion on my face she continued, “I value your opinion Arthur. Based on how you touched me from the beginning I see how. I drove her home and, as promised, her dad’s car wasn’t there. I told her to stay in the car while I walked up to the door and knocked. Morgan answered the door, excited to see me.“Hey, Dylan!” she almost squealed“Hey there, squirt. Is your mom home?” I inquired. She shook her head no. I breathed a big sigh of relief. “Would you mind helping me with your sister?” she looked puzzled and followed me out to the car. I opened Lexi’s door and she stumbled out, almost falling and steadying herself on. She was way to young to have a fourteen-year-old child like Angie. As I explained what had happened Samantha called out to Angie to come downstairs.Angie was a cute little shit but she was dressed quite strangely. Apparently she was trying to imitate her favorite singer or something but it wasn’t working for her as far as I was concerned. Her mother told me that Angie had gone up to her room to change. She also said that Angie does that every time that she gets into trouble and that she thinks.