.’ I start to mumble. He hold me a minute and tells me that it is okay, no harm done. I am embarrassed at my clumsiness and begin to blush. He asks ...��where is the fire?’ I reply ‘No fire, yet……but if I have anything to do with it…things will be blazing later this evening.’ He smiles and asks if I need any help. ”Uh,, I don’t think so, but you never know.’ is my reply. Needing to kick myself for my cocky reply, I think to myself…What am I going to do with this guy? I seem to keep running into. We used to gather every Saturday at 9 and choose teams. My mom made us fold laundry and clean a room every Saturday. we would switch rooms, but we all had to do it. This unfortunately made my brothers and I late every week. Sometimes we didn't get to play, but we showed up and paired off with some friends after the game and did other things together.One Saturday my buddy Gary (who's cock i had regularly been sucking showed up with his cousin Pauly. Pauly was 2 years younger than I was he was 13. They each had different colored collars but there were other slight body markings to identify them, too. Dexter was a lighter shade of gray. Dagon had a floppy left ear and Dylan had a much darker nose. They all had silver plates with their names engraved hanging on a small chain from the collar.I, too, was wearing a collar. Just like theirs. Mine was jet black with a gold plate and my name.The dogs all mated exactly the same. Fast, furious, and possessive. I was their human bitch. They were my. " Go--go at once." I won't go unless you give me the album," said the boy, seating himself doggedly in an arm-chair, according to his habit of never giving way."Take it, then, and pray disturb us no longer," said Madame de Villefort, giving the album to Edward, who then went towards the door, led by his mother. The count followed her with his eyes."Let us see if she shuts the door after him," he muttered. Madame de Villefort closed the door carefully after the child, the count appearing not to.