” I said as I watched Katee come to me. I decided to put on a show for the boys. “Silly girl, you got chalk on your chest.” I laughed as I grabb...ed a thin cloth. I positioned her so she was facing the class as I had my back to them. I grabbed the cloth and started to wipe some chalk powder off of her chest. The class was in shock, as Katee let me clean her chest with no objection. Truth be told, using the chalk towel, I was putting more chalk on her skin than I was removing. I quickly moved. Her hands clenched in his and she felt something snap inside her. Not her hymen… no that was long gone. The heat inside her had built to a crescent and now…. her eyes fluttered and she slipped into black and felt no more. Her fingers scraped against his palms. He felt her long finger nails digging against his skin as she clenched her hands inside his. This was it. He tensed up, feeling her do the same. In his delirium, he imagined the cracks on the ceiling wiggling free and swirling together in. And what a lousy husband he'd been lately!Self-recriminatingly, he remembered how when they'd moved into their rented house he'd promised to till the postage-stamp sized garden. Kathy loved roses and had always wanted a rose garden. That was it! He'd hire somebody to go out there and plant her a garden. Hot damn, Voltaire's Penteguel couldn't have done any better!He grabbed at the telephone directory, flipping through the yellow pages. "Gardeners, gardeners," he chanted to himself trying to. “Girls, girls. It doesn’t matter if a girl can get pregnant by a dog. This is a wholesome family story approved by the Patriarchy. But most importantly, what is the pecking order of a household?”The three girls said together, “Father, brother, dog, female.”“What kind of dog?”“A male dog,” the girls replied.“Just remember that when you start your own household and your husband has a male dog, that dog always eats before you do.” Amy was thankful that they didn’t have a dog period. She had heard.