He got to the grass next the house and squatted like Queenie. I'd heard that if a male dog was neutered early enough, he'd never learn to lift his leg... when he peed. He kind of glanced over at me."Yeah, I'm thinking about you. Cut your balls off."It didn't seem to matter to him one way or the other. He went over to the gate, he and Queenie sniffing each other. I went over and she shifted her attention to me. I reached over and scratched behind her ear."Atta girl, Queenie. He can't scratch you,. I then stood back up and walked on.The next stop really surprised me. There she had set up a posing station. A sign told me to, “stand pretty.” Tacked to the wall she had placed several pictures of women posing. I was to imitate those poses holding each for a count of 100. She had also placed a mirror so I could look at myself. My poses were silly looking, and I laughed at myself, but I also enjoyed the movements.Once I had done the seven poses I moved on to another bit of instruction. This one. "What followed was almost an hour long tour of the manor and its grounds, with the promise of dinner within a few minutes time. It was a bit lonely, eating alone, so used you were to your three siblings and mother being at the dinner table with you, but your plate was quickly cleared away and Emilia surprised you by wishing you farewell and good luck with your new home."What," you exclaim, shocked your aunt's faithful maid wouldn't stay on to help you. "But... how will I manage this place on my. " Great. You can pick me up there." Okay, gimme until about twelve-thirty. I guess I don't have to describe my car to you." After I'd said it, I realized it sounded significantly cooler in my head. Ashley didn't seem to notice."Great! See you then." - click -Yup. See you then.III. Midnight came, finally.I'd had sex with several listeners before, so this wasn't really anything new. It felt new, for some reason, and I tried to think of reasons for that. She was the youngest listener I'd.