Reaching towards it, the dog shrank back, as if remembering an abuse done to him in the past. She'd seen several dogs react that way, having witnessed... several dogs being abused by her father, years ago. He father hadn't liked animals, especially dogs and cats, and therefore she was never allowed to have a pet, even though she wanted one dearly.She didn't try to get to the medals after that. She decided it would be easier for him to let him get use to her first. Once she had gained his. Johnson had given me for cleaning out her garage into the bag, twisted the top closed again and stuffed it back into its hiding place.Back upstairs, I looked at the clock on the kitchen wall, noting it was almost six o'clock and knew that mom and dad would probably not be back until late. Probably drunk again as usual but that was OK since it meant he would ignore me. If he was drunk enough, I could probably make it through the next morning without getting smacked around. Maybe, if I was lucky.. Probably nothing to do with his last name.)He suggested to Buddy “Let’s get a drink, where’s water?” making it clear enough that the drink was water, and the water was to drink so he wouldn’t end up at a duck pond or a bar. Although he suspected his little buddy bud had a sense of humor and sometimes played little tricks.Steve had to pry open the automatic doors to the store, even he could smell the heavy scent of fruit starting to rot as he got the door to budge enough to slip inside. Buddy. "Do you think you'd like that? Do you think you'd like mom to masturbate your penis?" She asked, matter of factly."Hell yeah." Jacob said excitedly."Well, I guess you better focus on winning that next match then." She said."Will you be naked again?" He whispered."I don't know if I should get naked this time. Things almost got out of hand last night. Don't worry though. I'll be sure and wear something that I think you'll like." She smiled."Awesome...mom, can I get a hug." He asked.Michelle sat.