Sydney had usually done her you're-my-pet routine in private, or in front of her inner circle. Now she was doing it in front of 200 people. The snicke...ing laughter started to get to me, especially when I saw Sydney joining in. Coley gave me a pitiful glare. Even Sydney's mother looked at me in something approaching horror. I finally got it. It finally sunk in. Halfway through the party, I did what I should have done long ago. I walked out.Sydney tried her best to get her pet back. She called me. Taking Rose Ann's hand, despite her lethargic whines of, 'don't wanna get up...', I was able to convince her to rise and shuffle with my help to her bed. Tucking her under the covers, with assurances that I'd be right back, I resisted her whimpers as I moved away without joining her. Turning the tape player off, I made a mental note to only check out movies made by this particular company from now on.I turned the volume down but left the TV on as a nightlight in case Rose Ann needed the loo. All excitement gone only to be replaced with terrible pain. "No please not again," he screamed as he draw her leg back, but to no avail, the second kick was delivered even harder into his aching balls. He passed out from the terrible pain in his balls, only coming to as he heard her on the phone to his mother in law."Mommy you must come here and look at my sissy husband," Oh thank you mommy, I know you will what to do with the sissy." Her mother owned the company he worked for. And she had. "I can scare him away. You can come with me to the police. They'll protect us."When I heard Wayne just about to come out of the kitchen, I bolted behind the pot plant at the corner of the room.Wayne came back with the red cordial. "Were you talking to someone, Erika? I heard noises."She took the glass from her father. "I was just talking to myself." You shouldn't do that. When you grow up, people might think you're crazy." I talk to myself when I want to clarify my thoughts."Wayne didn't care.