I tried a few times but her number was busy for another 30-40 minutes. Then after 45 minutes, I got a call from her. She told me that she was talking ...o her husband as her husband is out of the country for some project. She told that her husband is a scientist. Then we discussed medicine.She told me to stop that medicine. We became more friendly. Then again in the night, around 11, I got a call from her. She enquired about my mother, I told her that now my mother is sleeping and thanked her for. We had a couple of shots of courage each and then headed to my place. When I got there I asked the boys to give me a couple of minutes and then come in. I went in and found a suitcase sitting near the front door but it would not have been enough to have all of Davids things that he needed. A little angry that David had not done as asked I stormed down to the bedroom where he was waiting for me please baby, can we talk about this he begged in a pathetic voice talk? Again you mean. You will just. " She says just before tearing my leggings from my right thigh, ripping the stretchy material. I gasp and try to push her hand away hoping she was as controlling as I had dreamed of. "Everyday I see you in these tight skirts or tight jeans, hugging those thick thighs. I had always wondered where your mind ran off too, so for the last few weeks I sit beside you. Did you know you talk and moan when you're in your world." "Oh God, I'm-" I begin. "Shut the fuck up." She growls in the most sexiest. Brandy, because of her personality, devotion, and loyalty was like my mother reincarnated. She was a fabulous dog and she loved me. I only had to put my hand down and wherever that dog was, she would come to me and lay at my side. Never have I had a dog so docile, gentle, and obedient as was Brandy. She helped me through the loss of my mother. It is so comforting to have a dog to pat and to love when you are feeling sad. The addition of that dog to my family at that time was uplifting, to say.