I would love to have Lahr as my sister. I don't want him to be my Alpha."The rest of my decision was logistics-based. How could I care for my family? ...o what if they were "only dogs?" I would ask around."Give me two days," I said. "I have to find things out."Breakfast was satisfying. One reason that I only did a special breakfast once per week was sensory overload. One magnificent breakfast per week, and a corresponding dinner, was a treat. If every meal were special, then special would become. This is she. She that is she, bends with cue, supplant for penis, helderectly long in pretty hands, with caressing fingers, inept girly grip, aimingat testicular spheres, gently working the foreskin, would she, were it had hadone. Did she hear? Billiards? Pole and two balls making male inintimation of intimate imitation. But then there is that third ball, sothis is not a man?s at all. Even that stiff stick in her gentlegrip is imagined not real in its masculine appeal. Heels? Six-inches and. Lots of nice things.’ ‘What did he do to you Kat?’ Smiling a quick smile to herself when she heard her old pet name that her mother used to call her she continued her terrible story. ‘He liked to hurt me. He liked to make me cry and beg. Sometimes he let the other men have me. The security men. …..When he let me downstairs he gave me to the visitors. That’s how I know they were Policeman. He told them I was an extra on top of the payments…. He called me a special bonus. I was being given to one. Her face reddened with anger. That lousy son-of-a-bitch had fucked her! Lula’s imaginary stomachache suddenly materialized into a reality, accompanied by its friends, ‘Sir Headache’ and the honorable ‘Lady Nausea.’ This was too much to bear. In less than 48 hours Daniel had seduced her, dumped her like ballast on a sinking dirigible and screwed a woman he knew Lu despised. She’d need more than an hour to get over this bit of devastating news. Feeling an urge to burst into tears, Lula burst into.