"You mean... ?"He nodded and expelled a breath. "Yes, I do. Bloody right I do. Only a real mate like you will do what I want, Dewey. There's no one el...e I'd trust to do it." The yearning expression on his face tore at my guts."But Gino, what about your wife and family? You can't just leave them. Give it time and you'll get a pair of legs. They can do marvellous things with prosthetics these days."Gino laugh was more a harsh bark. "Can they fit me with a prosthetic dick and balls, Dewey? It. Good thing I did, because suddenly the woman cried out again. “My god, do you think he’s hurting her?” my wife whispered. I didn’t know why she was whispering; there was no else one around. “Why are you whispering?” I said. She was staring wide-eyed at me. “Shhh! I think he must be hurting her.” She strained to hear, leaning close to the window. “Oh, oh, oh. Yes!” came from the neighbors’ house. My wife shot a puzzled look at me. “He’s not hurting her,” I said. “They’re doing it.” “Really? You. ’ She did not need to add that she expected discretion from the two of us, that went without saying.”Aunt Grace leaned close to kiss Father again.“Your father honored his promise to your mother, Amélie, Gérard. I do not think even the servants knew of our relationship while she was still alive.”It was probably the brandy that emboldened Amélie to ask the question she and Gérard had wondered about.“What about Sandrine, Father?”Father and Grace laughed.“What about her?” Father answered.Amélie was. Anything goes?”“Whatever the fuck you want, do it. Just don’t break its jaws or anything, bro. It sucks real good. Ass needs more work. But you can have fun training it. Remember, the bitch is my dog.”“No fear, man. I’ll treat it just the way you do, but it’s gonna feel some pain that’s for sure.”“Don’t you shame me, bitch. Do what Jacinto demands and do it well, bark for us, bitch.”He nodded eagerly, and barked to say yes, yes,.