"Yeah, you've got a point. Cindy? I want dinner on the table when I hit the driveway, so I can get in a decent swim and cool off at Cletus' afterward,...you hear me?" Yes, Ed..." She licked her lips."You do whatever Cletus wants." Ed directed. "I don't care WHAT it is. Is your pussy sore?" A little..." I was willing to bet it was wet, though..."Cletus, I'd ask you to spare her a little wear and tear so we can enjoy her more often -- but she's got other holes. She went over to your place and she. ’ ‘Is this form completely honest? Are all your answers absolutely true?’ ‘Yes, ma’am,’ Cindy answered earnestly, looking up. ‘You’ve entered your first name as ‘Cindy.’ That can’t be absolutely true, can it? It’s a nickname, isn’t it?’ Cindy was suddenly taken by the woman’s serious tone. ‘Yes, ma’am. I didn’t mean to … I mean, everybody’s always called me Cindy.’ ‘I insist on attention to detail,’ the woman enthused. ‘So … what is it? Cynthia?’ ‘No, ma’am. It’s … Cinderella.’ The woman. My wife hates when the dog sleeps with us, but since she isn't home, I allow her tonight, because I don't want to sleep all alone. It helps me fall asleep easier than I thought, getting a full nights sleep. I take the morning to sleep in some, though my idea of sleeping in is eight. When I wake up, Ginger and I go for a jog around the block. She is supposed to be the kids dog, but as it usually happens, I'm the one who takes care of her. I like her as a jogging partner, she keeps me motivated. A lethargic doze lay over Veradoga during the day, muting the babble of the marketplace, and while squabbles were more frequent, they were short-lived and spiritless. It was just too hot to dispute. When dusk spread her purple veil, and the temperatures dropped, the island revived with life. Even now, drifting in on the breeze, Constance could hear the distant strains of music and singing from the taverns by the wharf, from the field to the east of town where a festival was going on. In years.