He was going to leave. This was way too much to handle. ‘No you can’t. I mean what am I gonna do. You’re the only person who understands me. Ple...ase how can I let you go? I like you too much!’I suddenly stopped in my tracks. He was looking at me, taken back. What had I said? I liked him??? Did I truly? Now that I think about it. It made sense. I had always been jealous when other people noticed him. I never looked him in the eye. Whenever he approached me, I had run not because of hate, but. I figured out the handwriting on the wall when Mister “big cock” Juan walked me out to a deserted junkyard and turned me over to a guy with no teeth and precious little hair on the top of his head.It was easy to see my future was to be relegated to playing watchdog and getting into fights with other dogs just to protect my turf and the small amount of food the guy was distributing on a daily basis to all the dogs on the premises. My only chance of getting a nut would be by climbing on the back. One thing, I should say; our luggage remained on board, and we later received it intact, so someone had remained on guard to protect the contents of the carriages. Probably someone like your own police force.At a guess, I would suggest that someone saw our carriage and made unwarranted assumptions about its condition, then arranged access at the repair workshop later. They must have some familiarity with the workshop procedures, as they gained access without being challenged. Then as the. He poured himself a scotch, not too much, just a couple of fingers to heighten the senses. He swirled the amber liquid around the glass and inhaled the heady vapors before taking a sip, the smoky taste exploding on his tongue as the burn slithered down his throat foreshadowing what soon would come. Hearing her car, He walked around the room opening the tall shutters and drawing the gauzy inside curtains to allow the evening light to come in and set her skin aglow with its golden radiance. He.