Took her out yesterday and sat with her on the grass, packed her a few times as much as she could take, caressed her with one hand as I treated her with a little fire with the other and I knew she was enjoying every second of it just as I was. our love was forbidden, secrets kept well but suspicions shadowing every move.... The garage door is opening I had to think fast, I hid her even though she deserved better and rushed to the back door with a sense that all was well, that I could be with her another day... but the bitch fell out of my pocket when I walked through the door. FYI I am 20, just to anyone thinking I'm under 18, still liven with mama.