I'm no good at what's going on in my own life." Dinner out? Festive dinner?" Where would you like to go?" Toko, in Paddington. I've been told it's got... the best sushi/sashimi." Okay. You phone for a reservation. I'll go get some cash."Dinner was great! We also drank a small bottle of sake. It was very celebratory."You never said what you wanted to do the rest of this month," I remarked."Well, you're free till February, too. When's our first opera?" Friday the eighteenth. Pirates of Penzance." So. A doggy door."She blinked. Her face got a strange look on it, and then ... she laughed!"Home Depot doesn't carry dog doors," she said, still chuckling. "You need a pet center for that." Oh," I said, totally deflated. It was clear she thought I was nuts. My shoulders slumped. I couldn't even have a normal conversation with a normal woman, without her thinking I was a whole pallet of bricks shy of a load.The realization hit me pretty hard. My line would die out. There would be no little Bobs. He finally stopped his incessant moaning, in order to taunt me."You fucking slut," he snarled, spanking me harder. "You love big black cocks deep in your ass, don't you?" He stopped his spanking and grabbed my waist with both his hands. He quickly put his right leg up on the bed next to my ass, balancing above me, without ever missing a thrust. I thought it was impossible, but his thrusts managed to get even more violent from this new position, although he slowed down considerably. He utilized. ’ Maybe I could get through this after all. There was an old abandoned farmhouse at the edge of town that had a nice grassy area and some woods behind it. It was for sale, and my next-door neighbor was the realtor, so I could probably get permission to be out there for one night. There was even an old outhouse at the edge of the property so we wouldn’t have to break out the latrine shovels. I could handle this. We would go out on Saturday morning and come back Sunday noon. Piece of cake. I.