You're acting like some kind of an animal. You know that God doesn't want his flock acting like animals, now leave me alone, I'm trying to watch this ...show.Susan thought it was ironic that God had a "flock" but didn't want them acting like animals. Hummm, seems like an oxymoron to me.It was one o'clock in the morning and Susan was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. She looked over at her seeping husband. God she loved him, but his conversion to a born-again Christian had ruined their. Melinda's take was that she befriended him again but never really forgavehim for hurting her. More than what he said was the fact that he neverapologized. She had cried for three days, and only a planned trip toDisneyland got her out of her bedroom. No one ever forgets their firstheartbreak. Only the trip to California, and being able to see and evenhug Snow White, her favorite hero, was enough to bring her back.After leaving the stage, Paul came up to Melinda and noticed she wastalking to. Her greatest fear was of the awesome Great Danes that could easily pin her to the ground and make her their bitch without much effort at all. She had seen her best friend Polly taken from behind by a pair Great Danes, both males, and they had made her their ass-play buddy in a big hurry stretching her tiny sphincter like it was a toy for their doggy play totally ignoring her screams of abject terror. It was kind of funny with Polly making all the noise and the two huge dogs as quiet as the. Somehow, it seemed more blissful than I could have imagined. His embrace was so reassuring. ‘Then he laughed in that engaging way of his, as he admitted that he was feeling warm himself – perhaps as he described the beaches, or perhaps as he enjoyed our beauty. He wasn’t sure which. He took off his shirt and undershirt, and now the three of us stood there topless. ‘When he described us as beautiful, we both blushed, even though it sounded corny… our skin was flushed down onto our breasts. ‘As.