It told her to take it off, and Samantha thought that sounded like the best idea ever. Underneath the music in her head, Adventure Girl could hear the... self beneath herself trying to talk to her. It didn’t seem important, though, not when there was a wonderful cunny with the most amazing purple pubic hair framing it, beckoning her tongue to lick. The other her tried to tell her to stop, it talked about the importance of putting that tongue to use on Professor Psycho’s delectable pussy instead.. Talk about your small worlds, right? He was the same guy who had once been closer to me, had a threesome with Jessica and me, and more recently had aimed my own shotgun at me. That was truly a strange turn of events, if one thought of it.“Hello,” I answered crisply, not really in a mood to talk to my asshat hypocrite of a brother-in-law.“Um ... Stan ... look ... I can tell that I’m not your favorite person around, and I get it, okay? I was nasty to you ... I know that I was, but I hope that we. A collar was put around Sammie's neck, and Bianca tugged on the leash with an authoritative: “Come.”To a standing ovation from the audience, a dazed Sammie crawled after her friend. They went through the door at the back and into a holding room with a row of cages on one side and iron rings with chains on the other. Dog/Claire and Dog/Yvonne were chained to separate rings and curled up on dog beds. They both looked up and woofed softly as Sammie crawled in. Dave moved Dog/Claire to the next bed. She was still hankering after Nigel. What she could not understand was why she had never done so before when she was busy being a recluse. Then it hit her. Andrew had persuaded her to renounce her vow and in doing so she had opened her heart up once more to being able to love a man and that man was Nigel, the only man who had ever returned her love.One half of her mind realised that such thoughts were ludicrous. Nigel was married with children. The last thing he would do would be to desert them.