I’d only buried him a few months before. I sat on the grass and wept and wept.”Susie put an arm around her grandmother.“Sorry I asked Gran.”�...�Oh, that wasn’t the end of it.”Susie said nothing. It didn’t seem fair to press, but after a few deep breaths, they went indoors to apply the English solution to stressful problems; a strong cup of tea.“That night I slept outside on the grass,” Donna said. “I woke up feeling awful. I sneaked into the house when the sun came up and washed my face. After. Once they had all the damning evidence on him they went tohis wife. She immediately threw him out and although he had a prenuptialagreement to get half her estate she still saw it as a win, since hewould have spent all their fortune on himself anyway. So he had becometheir slave. Since he had been pretty much pampered all his life he wasnot much practical use apart from his money so they turned him into theirpain pig.Currently pig was being used as a foot stool for Mistress Samantha. Hewas. The next night I went out and drove around but then went back home. I got my shorts on and went to sit on the couch and watch TV with mom. Mom was drinking wine witch she always does. She was wearing just a sleep shirt and nothing else. Dad was off somewhere for work. Mom asked me what was wrong and why was I home on Saturday night? I told her I did not want to talk about it. She gave me some wine and we watched tv. She continued to probe and I gave in and told her the problem, I told all about. ”“Good. ‘dogs?’”“I call them ‘dogs’. Is this a problem for you?”“No. These, dogs, bad. Kill for no reason. Not for food. Just kill. You hide them? There?”“Yes. We don’t want to attract more dogs here.”“We help. Get dark. You come, stay with us.”I just looked at b**st. Three things crossed my mind. One, talking to gorillas. This processor was still playing games with my mind. Second, their help moving the bodies was welcome. Third, going with them … I wasn’t sure. b**st didn’t look sure, either..