I commented.“Works great for just this occasion,” he said. “Just drop the bag. Let me let Pickles out.” He put the pet carrier on the floor, o...ening the door. Pickles glared.“He’s mad at me for uprooting him. Cats don’t like change.”I squatted down to Pickles’ level. “Poooooor kitty...” Over my shoulder I told him, “Go do your thing. I’m good here.”As Josh walked out of the room, Pickles exited his carrier, pushing his round head into my waiting hand, purring. I plopped cross-legged onto the. Her husband worked second shift and her children were grown and gone. She had made few friends so I figured she was reaching out to me as someone who had been nice to her.I was able to communicate to her that I worked at home much of the time and I did need to get back to it but thanked her very much for the tasty cookies. She seemed to be delighted at that simple complement and hugged me before she left. Between English and sign language she asked me if I would like some more tomorrow. They. I was 16 and alone at home. It was late summer and the rest of the family was working in the hay fields while I was home and working in Moms garden. Mom had planted a large vegetable garden in the back yard but the weeding seemed to always fall to me, although, truth-be-told, I did enjoy the solitude away from the rest of my large and noisy family. It was a hot summer day and I was only wearing a halter top and a pair of loose, hi-cut running shorts. I was on my hands and knees weeding in the. If I said no I wasn't sure he would actually go through with the idea of taking what he wanted from me, but I did know my refusal would crush him terribly. But what if I did submit to him…?The thing is, I really did miss being a sub and having a Master to love and obey. I wanted to belong to someone. I never felt as happy as I did when I was David' pet. I wanted to have that feeling back and I loved David more than any man I'd ever known.So I made my decision, if my son wanted me, then I would.