A tall woman whispered something to John and he nodded but, said nothing aloud. Jenny told her guests that the tall woman was the preachers wife and t...ey lived in the house adjoining the church. She had six children and apparently could have no more. Her oldest three were young adults but, they still lived at home. The three boys were all in high school. The oldest boy was 18 and a senior in school. He was pretty athletic looking, like a football player. Jenny told them he rode at the broncos. Again, she did not seem to notice.She sat down, looked at me and said relatively softly, “Sorry, but Lisa may not come until later. But I am glad I had company and some help, I always thought you were just a little useless playboy.” I had the guts to lay my hand on hers and stuttered, “Thank you, Mrs. Wilder, I enjoyed it, too, and I like you much.”She stroked my hand and said, “I have seen you grow a lot, and in a few years you will be a good looking man.”I answered, “I am not so little. “When you become my pet, you have to ask permission to do things, like, sitting down, taking a shower, having sex, going to bed, eating, and going to the bathroom. Truthfully, just about anything you do you will need permission. Now you can sit down, your mom and I need to talk to you.”I sat down, mom was on my right side and Miss Wilson was on my left.Mom began talking,”Marcy, you asked about pet number one. As we told you, before she was a dear friend of ours, in fact she and I had talked. She grabbed the rest and led me inside to a first-floor place -- and straight into the kitchen, where we put her things away, and shoved mine -- bag and all -- into the refrigerator. Then we went in and sat on the couch -- for an hour, at least -- with me doing nothing but rubbing her arm and squeezing her against me.It was weird; we didn’t say a word to one another. I think we were afraid that if one of us started asking questions, we would find some reason -- aside from the obvious ones --.