Some part of me understood that, but most of me wanted to eat as much as I could get my hands on. At least my brothers' tolerance for the boy was grow...ing. Bringing us food was a good way to get acceptance and he only received soft growls when Mike reached for the empty bowls, promising me that he'd be right back.While he was gone, I finished my bath. Getting the soap out of my hair was a hard thing to do as I couldn't really tell if I'd gotten it all or not. My Master usually watched me and. "He, her old self, was dead. Denise sniffled. "I... I'm sorry." I miss him, too, kiddo, but Mom's still around. So are we. And wecan get together tonight, eat some of her brisket, and talk about thegood times when we were all together." Susie stopped for a moment.Denise heard her saying something to someone else at her end. "Look,I've got to go. When and where do I pick you up?" Ummm..." A time and place popped into Denise's mind. They took turnsdriving out to their mother's suburban. The abundance of freckles on her cheeks and nose just added to the cute look. I was cool. I acted like it was just another friend dropping in on a late, sunny afternoon. She seemed uncomfortable and shyer than I had recalled or expected. She sat on the chair and offered a generous look at her leg. I offered her something to drink, maybe some wine. “I had wine the last time I was here. You know how that ended up,” she said with a laugh. “You seemed to enjoy yourself. Was that just the wine?” I. “I should have waited until my clothes were dry. I’m sorry.”Mindy looked up at the ceiling. “Let’s see now. When was the last time I got to eat dinner with a handsome man in a toga? Hmmmm.” She looked at Jennifer, who was grinning. “Jenn? You were counting all the guys who had on togas. How many were there?”“Zero, Mom,” grinned Jennifer.“What a shame,” said Mindy. “We’re going to have to have a toga party one of these days. I kind of like a man in a toga.”Bobby was blushing now, but at least he.