" Yes Mistress Gloria," I answered. Deep inside I simply wanted to leave,but I was unable, I certainly did not want to be Mistress Gloria's sissymaid........although the thought did excite me!Mistress Gloria and Mistress Penny then waltzed arm in arm into theparty. I was left standing there unable to do anything other than complywith Mistress Gloria's orders.Guests started arriving who did not know me, I got curious stares andsometime disgusted looks, but they did not know me so I felt OK.. They went everywhere in the house together. When it was cold out, Flash even got to sleep in Stevie’s bed to help keep him warm. I had thought about starting a photo album called ‘A Boy and His Basset Hound’ but one album wouldn’t have been enough. Blonde and blue eyed, he was always talking to Flash, even using him as a brown and white pillow when he read his Dr. Seuss books out loud. I picked up Stevie as he ran out of the bathroom last and I set him down on the bed. ‘Daddy? Can we have a. It wasn’t too big of deal when my mother suggested cleaning out our closets of any toys and clothes we had out grown. Since it was almost the time for us to be packing, Mom felt it was a great time to do some household cleaning. My mother was good at recycling even long before it was fashionable or politically correct. Old towels, bed sheets and blankets were to go to the mission, clothes that were still good but out grown were to go to The Salvation Army. Games and toys were always offered to. ”“Stop the car!” she said fiercely.I’d clearly made a major mistake. Visions of April storming away ran through my head. At least we were only about a quarter-mile from Emmy’s house. I sighed, slowed, and pulled over onto the shoulder. I stopped, put on the parking brake, took a deep breath, and let it out.“Emmy...” I said.I didn’t get another word out because she’d unbuckled her seat belt, shifted in her seat, and moved her face towards mine. Our lips touched, and when hers parted, I gingerly.