I have him tamed.’ ‘Ain’t no way in hell you can tame one of them filthy things.’ Henry tipped back his can of beer and drank half of it in on... pull. ‘Seems like I can.’ I told him. ‘Where is it then?’ Henry demanded. ‘Under the porch, he doesn’t like strangers much.’ ‘Under the porch? You mean, right here?’ ‘Yea.’ ‘Jesus Christ, Dan. You need to get rid of the fucking thing, next thing I know it will be sneaking over and killing my lambs.’ ‘Naw. I already have Slash running with my dogs. He. Um, I uh, I dont know I she stammered, warring within her mind as to the course of action she should take. Finally she made up her mind and stepped forward, kneeling under the dragon and crawling on her knees to his large member. Its very big and she gazed at it intently, the dragons heady musk invading her nose, clouding her mind a bit. Its lovely she reached a hand out tentatively to touch it, gaspign as she felt its warmth and the pulsing, as if it was a seperate creature from its owner.. " I have to remind you Veronica. You've have no toes now," I replied."Oh no! Of course not," she giggled, "I'm dying to see them." All in good time. Can you move your back legs?"There was an agonising delay before a back leg slowly flexed and stretched. Veronica giggled as the second rear leg slowly stretched out."Gosh. It's funny, they seem so- so-, and I don't know how to describe it. They're like my own legs but sort of remote. Are they moving?" Yes," I reassured her. "They seem remote. Rory is obviously a healthy eater and she obviously loves oatmeal. Her cabinet is filled with box after box of the stuff. She has everything from Maple & Brown Sugar to Raisin, Date & Walnut to Gingerbread Spice and almost everything in between. He chose the Peaches & Cream. And now, standing in front of the counter, Chance waits for the bowl of oatmeal to cool. The house is still totally quiet. He starts to wonder if things were so out of whack last night that Rory isn’t going to come down. He.