Dooley, though Tommy couldn’t divine the details. The end result seemed to be that Mrs. Dooley had been confined to her bedroom all afternoon as pun...shment and kept her head bowed in Biyu’s presence. Tommy had no idea what to do about that, or even if he should do anything.Red and Charlene Dooley had spent the day together, listening to music and drawing pictures. Charlene looked as though she had some actual artistic talent, while Red remained at a level of elementary school crayons. Dorothy,. I had certainly talked to my boyfriend about my turn-offs but they were along the likes of potty play… nothing about conversation topics. I felt sick. Something was up. In hindsight, I wish I would have just gotten over it and left it alone. But I did what all women do, I pried. It turns out he didn’t know my boyfriend through mutual friends. They had never even met before that night. Only emailed. BECAUSE MY BOYFRIEND PUT AN AD FOR ME ON CRAIGSLIST.Yup.This hookup (and god only knows how many. He had some dragons that wereabout to hatch on his computer, and he was going to tend to that for anhour or two. Or three. Or four."Now, Tommy! You clean it up now!" Sharon insisted. "You clean it upright now or you don't get dessert." But Maaaahmmmm..." He wailed. "You're not gonna step on 'em! There'splenty of space..." Tommy had a point. It was a large room with a verytiny and easily avoidable pile of plastic bricks off to the side."You just lost dessert. You want to try for a grounding?". "So how do I stop?" I asked."Oh god, I don't know, mastectomy I suppose." he said. "I never had to reverse a procedure." Well, you better start and not on me!" I ordered. "So where is my milking machine?" Coming this afternoon, we'll bring it round as soon as it arrives." he promised.He did better than that, the milking machine arrived by mid morning, and they set it up by my bed, the relief was wonderful. I had them make it portable, so I could be milked in bed or by the pool or anywhere.