” Those are the tolls of love’s death. Not many understand the reality of my Pancake Man--The yearning I have inside of me for him that never died...even as my hope withered. But hope, like a Phoenix, rises from the ashes and takes wing. And so my dreaming continues and I lose myself to the peaceful abyss of his arms, my heart crying “SANCTUARY!” like Quasimodo at the top of the Notre Dame. *************************************************************I lie contemplating plans for the day. It’s a. ?This whore needs to take a shit, Sir,? I said even more quietly than before.He walked around me and knelt in front of me. He leaned in until his face was only inches from mine and pinched my chin in between his fingers.?Keep your eyes to the ground, slut,? he said and he tilted my chin up towards his face.I steadied my eyes to the ground, trying to avoid eye contact at any given price. He got so close I could feel his breath on my skin, we were at eye level, but he was still looking down on. You see, to be honest dear reader, I’d already developed a taste for dogs when I was around fifteen; before Dan came to stay.I was the only child of a working mother; living way out in the suburbs. There were no amusements and by the time I was fourteen, so mother had finally given-in to my pestering for a dog.I remember the bright sunny day we drove out to some dog kennels where unwanted dogs could be paired up with a new owner.We were shown round the place by old Ken Barker who ran the. Is it happened, Jackie was becoming quite a nuisance, sending me non-stop texts, emails and calling me all the time. Worse yet, Jackie kept showing up wherever I was around campus and off campus, and of course this was really beginning to annoy my girlfriend Jennifer. Finally, Jennifer had demanded that I tell Jackie to “fuck off” and leave us alone.I should have done just that right away, but my failure to act decisively would eventually cost me dearly. Instead I just tried to avoid Jackie and.