Taylor. I could always have put them into their separate kennels and escaped it. I chose to start being their full partner, kennel-mate. It’s okay, ...eally.”The main breakfast was served and the discussion quieted for a few minutes. Then, after the table was cleared (I stayed put and let Mrs. Taylor do all that to establish that I might do what the dogs wanted, but I was not a servant to them, also), the discussion resumed. Mr. Thrower took it up.“So, Lauryn, what is your response to my offer. ." Alison!" Her eyes blinked and she focused on my face. "Take your time and begin at the beginning, tell me what it is you want to say one step at a time."I watched as her chest undulated as she took a deep breath, "Right," she said before blinking a couple of times."I'd forgotten my juice, which was in the refrigerator and came back to collect it," she said and all of a sudden I had an inkling of where this conversation was going."As there didn't appear to be anyone here I sat at my desk to. Gabriel had come to him honest enough asking for work. I was intrigued to say the least. I was only partially aware of why my mother didn’t want me around a teenage boy, but this boy was different from the other boys. He had an accent I tried to mimic secretly when I was alone, and he was polite. He was quiet, and always working. He shadowed Tim, our inspection mechanic, closely and seemed to be remembering everything. He adored my father who never had to ask him twice to do anything. He even. Taylor didn’t ask any questions, she did as she was told and pushed out a large shit right into to dishpan. Mike didn’t like shit it was smelly and nasty, but Taylor needed to learn that when it comes to her, Mike has all rights. He told her to pick up the dishpan and go dump it into the toilet. Then he wanted her to clean her asshole good and wash the pan and bring it back. She did as she was told. “ Taylor, I saw you and Ashley this morning. I thought it was great. I was afraid that she might.