“You will have your rooms again, Amélie, Gérard. Nothing has changed. I had them thoroughly aired out and cleaned when we heard you would return. ...I know you are tired. If you wish, I will have the kitchen deliver a light meal at midday, and our formal dinner at the usual hour this evening.”With that she embraced them both and kissed each on the mouth, and sent them on their way.In her old room once more, Amélie surveyed it slowly. Her books, her papers, even her old clothes, were much as she. His sanctuary. The one place where he had a little privacy and didn't have to listen to the bitching and moaning. He turned on his computer, entered his password, and opened his browser. Time for a little well earned relaxation.Heather wasn't too worried. Her conniving little mind was already hatching a plan. A bad plan. She was a bad girl, after all. Everybody said so.When her father went out shopping, warning her to get the laundry started if she didn't want to lose some more privileges, she. Since we were so close we talked about "the pill" and how Meredith could go about getting on it. So meredith went to the doctor and got her prescription and after waiting the required amount of time, we decided to find out what it was like to "leave it in". We both still lived with our parents and since I knew my folks were not home we went to my house. I led Meredith to my bedroom where we started making out, kissing and fondling each other fully clothed at first but it wasn't long before. Then he spotted her and strained at the end of his leash. Grant hurried his pace, trying to keep up with Max. Finally, in the last few feet, he let go of the leash and bounded to her.Max became a whirling dervish and whined, chirped, and barked at seeing his love again. Front paws on her legs, Grant had to restrain him from jumping onto her lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck the best she could, tolerating the pain. His tongue hung out the side of his mouth, and his eyes bulged in their.