Every horndog guy in the hood probably wanted to get to know her.I didn’t know Beth on a personal level, although we had crossed paths at the neighb...orhood grocery on several occasions and then there were the friendly mailbox greetings, but nothing on a personal level. I always secretly hoped that I might have a chance to get to know Beth on a more personal and intimate level, but being very married, always stood in the way.Then one day, while I was checking the mailbox at the curb, Beth drove. On the second day I had to go to for a pee and the only place other than the bare concrete floor, was the drain in the middle of the pen. I managed to get up on my elbows then on to my knees and crawled to the drain. I squatted over it and peed, some went on my legs. The humiliation of having to do this made me cry and I felt depressed but I had no choice. The next morning passed much the same as the first two but after she had seen to the other Dogs she came to my pen. She feed me and. Why waste my time on the sugary weak drinks, when I can feel just as good in less time. Brandy was a beer woman, and Amy liked Vodka. “Here ya go, girls,” Brandy said, setting down the liquor on the table. I shuffled the cards and dealt the first round. We weren't playing for money, so the there was no ante. Being the dealer, I choose to play five card stud. “Ok, girls. How many cards you need?” I asked. “Two,” Brandy said. “I'll take three,” Amy said. I dealt the cards and took three myself.. I'm only trying to help you." He grabbed the damn thing and went in the door, if he didn't he'd never hear the end of it. He knew how his mother could ride a subject forever and grind it into him until he was sick to death of it. It didn't help that she was right, the bra did feel much better but he shouldn't need an effin bra. He was a guy! His own mother was treating him like an effin bitch. Any minute now she was going to make him put on some frilly piece of shit and make him even more.