Your sister asked me to help motivate her not to quit or give up. I am asking you to help me do that,” he offered.They cheered.“How does she go pe...pee?” Juan asked. He giggled sheepishly because he thought it was a dirty question to ask. I don’t think he expected his father to actually answer it seriously.“Standing up outside,” Victor said. Dancer looked a little stunned for a split second but you had to be watching her pretty face when she heard it. She continued to step with her back facing. Mindy was a controlfreak. And her? She was just a freak, the mouse caught between twocats. She felt like a fucking fool. It made sense. Damn, it made sense.It was like Tim had turned the lights on, and suddenly, she could see.She was submissive, all right. She was the shit Mindy and Hardestyscraped off of their shoes."Tim. I changed my mind. Can we go to your place?" Of course," he said. "As long as you're okay with it." As long as you bring your dick," she said, "I'm fine with it."* * *She was. Now her very being was quivering, like a hound at the leash. Here was the enemy, perhaps the very one who had taken her man. She could kill him easily – he was weak and could barely stay awake long enough to feed. Yet something else held her back. Here was a young man, vulnerable, sick, far from home. Some other instinct cried out within her to nurse and nurture. How could this done with hate? She muttered to herself as she went about her chores. She heated water and bathed him. His eyes were. She is the epitome of perfection to me. As she stands silently by my side she is screaming the word ‘sexy.’ We introduce ourselves, shake gloved hands and make some small talk for a minute or two. “Yeah I have seen you around Mike, but aren’t you normally here in the morning with all of the basketball guys?” she says, etc., etc. “I hear a lot of people talk about you Dawn. Both men and women think you’re the best personal trainer here,” I say, etc., etc. We seem to hit it off pretty well. She.