I rode the electric pony until I do not remember getting off—figuratively and literally. Our friend Bob is very good with his hands. He can build an...d make some very imaginative toys and special furniture. He is one of the single Masters in our group. Last night we debuted his latest creation—a wooden pony with an electric mane. I have ridden a wooden pony many times before. The say familiarity breeds contempt. When it comes to the pony, familiarity breeds dread, memories of unrelenting pain and. The baby pictures appeared to have a calming effect on her.Any men in the pictures upset her.Angela became Judith's care giver. Judith was washed, dressed, exercised and generally just cared for by Angela. Angela spent hours just talking to Judith as she worked around the small bedroom. It took about a month, but one day Judith spoke her first words to Angela."Grand child?" she asked.With tears in her eyes Angela said, "Yes they are. They're your Grand children." Judith reached out a finger and. She was eager to make him happy and the idea of being kept as a pet for his pleasure excited her.A jerk on the leash signaled that it was time to get up and when he had unclipped her leash, she stood back and waited. He walked in front of her now, leading her down the hall and into their living room. He settled into his easy chair and hooked the end of her leash onto a small ring he’d installed near the arm rest. Before she could kneel, he shook his head at her and patted his lap. He took her. I wanted to check her cabinets. Make sure her husband was not around. I hate for Mr. Claus to shoot a fake Santa Claus for being in his home. I could not find anything with his name on it. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands. Then headed back to see Anita.We started to make small talk. She told me how her husband was arrested for the 10 largest ponzi scheme in history. But that he left her a small fortune, before he went to prison. We ate some Christmas cookies. She made some pizza. We had.