"So," he said as he scraped the bottom of his bowl, "what do you want to do? We have all night and the night is young. Do you want to go straight to m...y room? See a movie? Take a walk?" Let's go up the hill and watch the sunset. I think that's so romantic." Okay." He carried their trays to the trash receptacle and dumped them. Holding hands they made the climb to the top of the hill.Paul sat on the rock and Cheyenne sat on his lap. He caressed her legs through the denim of her jeans. She slipped. It was white with spaghetti straps and rather long, right down to my knees. The matching shorts I left in the drawer and slipped on a g-string, patent white heels and a wide black belt to keep the camisole from riding up too far and was out the door. Mike had chosen a nice Italian restaurant and we were seated in a corner alcove. He told me at first he thought it was just a random Facebook add but now he was sure we were meant for each other (bullshit)! I was daydreaming about his abs and the. "Oh yes ... fuck that feels good" they heard. It sounded like it was coming from the back of the shelter office building and they saw that the door was open. Looking around the door and into the back Mike smiled at the sight before him. He led Mary away from the door and then leaned down to whisper to her."You thought Joan would think that having dogs fuck humans would be cruelty, didn't you say" he asked."Yes Master, why" Mary responded. Mike took her hand and led her back to the door and then. But it was difficult to tell, such was the pounding - throbbing agony everywhere in my body. But then I knew it was over ... for I was aware of Deema picking up the knife. And, from my inverted position, I saw her approaching, her eyes shining with wicked glee.My whole being was screeching out in ultimate terror.I also was screeching - vomiting, too - as I awaited the slash of thin, cold steel...FLAVIAFlavia was weeping.Nothing unusual, it was a regular occurrence. The reason on this occasion.