Below the mask he could see a nylon dog collar was buckled tightly around her neck. He smiled at its pink colour. Always such a girly girl, pink had a...lways been Ashley's favourite colour. Hanging from the metal D ring at the front of her collar was heart shaped dog tag, the word 'PET' was engraved into it with large letters.Running up from the collar was the suits hood pulled over beautiful blonde hair effectively hiding it from view. The suits furry hood stretched to encircle her head. In. She balked and countered at $4,500."Sure, five hundred dollars won't kill me," I replied.In the back of my mind, I heard a little voice yelling "money pit". I began to write out the check and asked the lady for her name."Lilly Morgan," she answered.Then, I began to notice that she was a good looking woman. She was in her mid-fifties, cute and a great smile. Lilly began to sob and I told her if she did not want to sell, it was fine by me."No, this is the right thing to do. I can use the money. That doesn’t mean no one is watching. But if they’re watching I can’t see them. I live on a very quiet street in an upscale neighborhood. There is almost no traffic on our street. But still, I can’t allow myself to be undressed in my front door!In a frantic whisper I exclaimed, “Cory!”I stepped back and he followed me into my home. We’re inside now, standing in the foyer just inside the door. But the door is still wide open. I tried to remember what it is I have to say to him. Something about. Over the years I had spent so much time alone that I began to appreciate its positive side: I had absolute freedom of movement, without being hassled by the foibles and demands of others, especially of grownups.But as Saturday evening neared, I was considering whether or not to be home at the time Martha Jane was due to fix dinner. I did not trust my feelings at all. I could always hop a bus and go back to my godparents or grandparents for the whole week... In my mind she had changed. She was.