But this Sunday something else happened. As my owner walked me back homefrom the park she was met by he's and my good friend Ralph Conner. Ralphis a s...rgeon who we first met when my owner had breast augmentationsurgery. That was about 18 months ago and for some reason we kept intouch. He knew all about my role play.Ralph stroked me on the head saying, "Good Dog," as I licked his handlike a good dog.He then kissed my owner but not a chaste kiss as between friends, thiskiss was full on the lips. We are driving thru the lot and I pick up my water bottle to take a sip when he drives over one of those speed bumps and I spill a little. I look down at my white blouse and there is this little transparent spot where the water landed. He didn't notice and I didn't say anything. Then I had another idea. I waited for the next speed bump and put the bottle to my mouth. When he hit it I spilled a bunch of water on my blouse right on my boob. I said, shit! He say, what? And I show him my blouse.. " Emma nodded. "There’s about twenty steps that take you down into the toilet and even though there’s no roof over the main part, there are nine or ten cubicles along one wall. "When I was younger, I’d hang around and wait until the park was empty. I would slip down the stairs and lock myself inside one of the cubicles. It was such a turn-on. I used to imagine how many girls had taken their panties off there, peeing." Emma laughed, “Now that is kinky.” "It was such a turn-on, imagining. .. I need to be among ... my friends for a while. I’m ... afraid to be alone,” she said. Ford nodded. Ellen sighed. He put his hand on his wife’s.“I know what you mean, sweetheart,” Ford said softly. “You have that friend beside you, and the little one, too. Just like you always did when you were little. Did he tell you he showed up at my kitchen table the night of the attack?” Joanne shook her head. “That old Navy pistol of mine ... It hasn’t been out of its holster in years. Not since you.