Wednesday, May 7, 2014


“What time are you meeting Sean?”

Dane yawns, arching his back crosswise over my chest in a luxurious stretch. “We said we’d meet for a late breakfast. I have to be at St. Luke’s by noon. I told Sean I’d call when you let me out of bed.”

My arm clamps down across his belly, locking him against my body. “I guess you’ll be seeing him some time around next Tuesday, then.”

Dane chuckles, the low vibrations rumbling through his chest. “Does that mean we’re doing it again? Hmm, what’s sixty-nine times two?”

“No, whippersnapper. We are not doing that again—not right now, at least. I thought we might just have a lazy Sunday morning in bed for once. No swimming, no karate, no museums, just . . .this.” Just us.

Dane reaches for my other hand and twines his fingers through mine. He looks up at me all starry-eyed and lazy-smiled. “’This’ is good.”

I wonder how long I could lie here and stare at his soft, brown eyes and long, messy morning hair and sweet, lush lips and the faint shadow of scruff around them. A long, damn time, I decide, but if and when I do tire of his gorgeous face, there’s the rest of him to keep me occupied.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my eyes open last night. I miss Huck and Tom,” he says.

“Why don’t we read now?” I suggest, reaching for the book. “Here, this is perfect. It’s your turn, and chapter five is all about Huck’s father.”

Dane opens the book and smiles at the picture of “Pap.” Scraggly-haired, dirty, torn-and-tattered, bushy-bearded, ne’er-do-well Pap. Holding the book up next to my face, Dane shifts his eyes back and forth between the picture and me, a big devilish grin on his lips. “Yep, I can totally see it.”

“How well do you think you could read all your dialects wearing a pair of nipple clamps?”

“Chapter five,” he reads, quickly pulling the book down to his chest. “I had shut the door to.  Then I turned around and there he was.  I used to be scared of him all the time, he tanned me so much.”

“Hahaha, wow. How could I possibly have forgotten all this great spanking? Every single adult in the book spanks this kid,” I tease.

Dane narrows his eyes. “I think you chose this on purpose, Master.”

“I wish I could claim to be that smart, Dane. If I did remember anything about this ‘Kinkleberry Finn,’ it was so deeply subconscious, I’m surprised it ever found the light of day.”

“Oh, Master. You did not just do that.”

“Read, Dane.” Lulled by one hand in his hair and the other teasing at his nipples, Dane continues on.

“I reckoned I was scared now, too; but in a minute I see I was mistaken—that is, after the first jolt, as you may say, when my breath sort of hitched, he being so unexpected; but right away after I see I warn't scared of him worth bothring about.

“He was most fifty, and he looked it.  His hair was long and tangled and greasy, and hung down, and you could see his eyes shining through like he was behind vines.  It was all black, no gray; so was his long, mixed-up whiskers.  There warn't no color in his face, where his face showed; it was white; not like another man's white, but a white to make a body sick, a white to make a body's flesh crawl—a tree-toad white, a fish-belly white.”

I drift away from the page and sink into Dane’s voice, or rather, voices. Young Huck’s wonderment alternates with his resolve, and Dane does them both convincingly all the way through to the end.

“He said he reckoned a body could reform the old man with a shotgun, maybe, but he didn't know no other way.” Dane places the bookmark at the beginning of chapter six and closes the book, handing it to me.

He’s quiet afterward, pensive and heavy. I tuck the book out of the way and get my hands on him again as quickly as I can. Touch binds us through these gaps, keeping me sane while I wait for him to express whatever is bothering him. When he finally does speak, he directs his words to the ceiling.

“Twain wasn’t much for redemption.”

Okay, make that really heavy. “Not so much.” I should probably leave this for the doc, but here we are. “You’d write it differently?”

“Who am I to question a genius?”

“You’re you. Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do when we read? Question, delve, analyze, reflect, challenge?”

“Okay. His father is pure evil, and he never stops abusing him.”

No use sugar coating it. “No.”

Dane turns to look at me, and my heart tears right down the middle. “You think no matter what Huck did, he never could’ve reached him?”

I stop fiddling with his body and cup his cheek with my hand. “What do you think, Dane?”

Heavy sigh. “I keep thinking . . . there has to be a way . . . there must be something . . . if only I’d been everything he wanted . . .”

Ouch. The bigger, more logical part of me says this isn’t Dane rejecting me and wishing he were still with the creeper. Unresolved shit that needs closure is all it is. But goddammit, that hurts me—for Dane’s sake even more than my own.

Dane panics, realizing what he’s said and how I’ve tensed up. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it the way it came out.”

“It’s okay, Dane. It’s good to get your feelings out there.” Even if they sucker-punched mine with a ten-ton wrecking ball.

Dane pops up so fast, he nearly cold-cocks me in the jaw with his head. He scrambles to his knees beside me and sits back on his heels, his hands running manic laps up and down his thighs. “Those aren’t my feelings, Master. Not now. Those were my feelings before I understood that I had no power to change the way he was, and I never will. It was almost too cruel to know that I would have done anything for him, and it never would’ve mattered. I wanted him to change for me because I was worth it.”

Christ. The second the words stop spilling out, his tears overflow.  “Dane—”

“I fucked this up. I hurt you.”

“No, Dane.” I grab him with both arms and pull him into my chest.

“I will never forgive myself for hurting you.”

“You haven’t hurt me, Dane. I’m fine. We’re fine.” We’re rocking; we’re sniffling.

“Why didn’t I just keep my mouth shut? It’s just a book.”

“It’s good. I promise, it’s all good.”

“I’m sorry,” he says again as he pulls back and wipes his eyes. “I guess all this shit is just going to keep churning up over and over again. I don’t know how to make it stop.”

“Dane, your ‘shit,’ as you call it, will stop churning when you empty out the reservoir. Pushing it deeper inside only makes that harder. This stuff we do together is intense. It’s bound to stir the pot, and you need to know that’s a good thing. You have to be unafraid to let it out without worrying that I’m going to reject you or be hurt by something you say. I can take it; I promise.”

Dane’s mouth curls up at the edges. “You sure I need a shrink? You seem pretty good at this.”

I frown at him, and he laughs. “Stop trying to kill me, Dane.”

“Don’t be grumpy. I’m just teasing you.”

“Don’t you know it’s dangerous to tease your Master?”

His smile floods our room with happy. “I’ll take my chances.”

“All right, I’m taking off. See you after the second show.”

“Dance well, Dane.” I can’t bring myself to wish the traditional leg-breaking on him. The idea actually makes me sick to my stomach.

He throws me a look over his shoulder. “You’re going somewhere fun today, aren’t you?”

I have to laugh. I honestly haven’t given my day a moment’s thought, but he’ll never believe the Master has no plan. “Don’t worry, Dane. I won’t have any fun if you’re not there.”


So fucking adorable with those knit brows.

“Nowhere. Go. Tell Sean I said hello.”

“Fine,” he grumps, heading for the door.


“Yeah?” He turns back, and all the heat has left him. My sweet boy.

“You need to kiss me again.”

“Okay, Master.” His grin is halfway between I-thought-you’d-never-ask and What-took-you-so-long, but his kiss is one hundred percent need—exactly as I receive it.

While he’s still in my arms, I can’t resist imposing one last request. “Do me a favor, Dane?”

“Of course. Anything.”

“Shoot me a text after you speak with Sean.”


An hour later when my phone vibrates in my pocket, I’m expecting a brief “Still alive” or some equally indulgent-but-borderline-cheeky message, so I’m caught completely off guard by the picture of the two of them huddled close for a selfie. Naturally, Dane’s devilish grin captures my attention first, specifically engineered along with those mischievous brown eyes to push my every button.

The other face in the frame is compelling in a completely different way. Dark-haired, blue-eyed, freckle-dusted Sean seems the kind of open, trusting soul who would fall victim to the roguish stud every time. His alliance with Riley certainly bears that out, but then how could one argue with the contentment shining from the man’s eyes? A contentment I see reflected in Dane’s as well, and that makes me smile hard.

Looks like you two are having fun!

Thx for pushing.

That’s what I do.

Don’t stop (please)

I can see that oops, did I go too far? look on Dane’s face as clearly as if he were standing in front of me.

As if I would.

Seriously, thank You. We had a really nice time.

That’s great, Dane. I’m glad.
Don’t leave without putting another date on the calendar.

Already did- pending Your approval.


i haven’t even told You when!

Doesn’t matter.

ok Master. See You after the late show.

Can’t wait to have you all to myself until Tues eve. Good thing he can’t see my smile right now.


If this happy sappy continues much longer, I’m going to need an insulin injection. I thank my lucky stars for the thousandth time and tuck my phone back inside my pocket. I have one mission for my long stretch of time—a mission I botched the first time around—and I don’t plan to screw it up again today.

The bell hanging on the inside of the door gives out a familiar jingle, but today, the sound is swallowed up by the hubbub inside the busy store. The man at the counter is too busy to look up from the cash register, and my curly-haired guide is nowhere to be seen. I peel off my leather gloves and unbutton my coat.

Even though the reading was meant as an escape for both of us, including a diversion from our intense scenes, my choosing the actual story is an act of taking control. Like everything else I control for my submissive, this selection must first and foremost serve Dane’s needs. I now know what I don’t want—heavy, dark, traumatic—but I have yet to put my finger on what I do want.

The fiction categories dance through my mind as I peruse the aisles: drama (dangerous), erotica (not really much of a diversion), folklore (the fanciful might offer a nice escape), horror (can’t risk his nightmares), mystery (too much work), poetry . . .


“Well, hello again. How did your friend enjoy Huck Finn?”

“Hi. Well, turns out, not so much.”

“Oh dear. What happened?” My book-loving friend has concern written all over her face.

“You know, I’d forgotten how abusive all the adults were, and how much of a rotten friend Tom really was, and don’t get me started on the piece of—the father.”

The woman giggles, drawing curled fingers toward her mouth.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to get quite so emotional there. It’s just that my friend . . . well, he’s a bit fragile.”

Her eyebrow does a quick lift and tuck on the “he,” but she recovers quickly. “So . . . you’re looking at poetry?”

I drop my hands into my coat pockets. “It’s a bit overwhelming. How does one choose?”

“Easy—you don’t,” she answers, lifting onto her tiptoes and reaching for a book on the top shelf. “Oh, darn, I can’t quite reach.”

I step forward. “Which were you going for?”

“Right here, The 500 Greatest Poems of Our Time. You’ve got the best of all worlds, plus the anthology gives you the power to choose what you’re in the mood for in the moment.”

“Brilliant!” I reach for the book and pull it down, thumbing through the table of contents and losing myself in the selections. All my favorites are in here, from e.e. cummings to Walt Whitman. “I’ll take it!”

She giggles again, crossing her arms over her chest. “Are you sure you don’t want to sit and peruse it a little bit this time?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

She tips her head in a challenge.

I close the book and respond by heart with one of my earliest positive memories of middle school:

“A noiseless patient spider,
I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.”

She sighs dramatically. “Sounds like your gossamer found its anchor hold.”

“You might say that—I’m sorry, I never asked your name.”

“It’s Marie.”

“Thank you for your assistance, Marie–again.”

“My pleasure, Mr. Andrews.”

Now, it’s my turn to raise a brow. “You remembered my name?”

“Sure. That’s my job. How do you think we stay in business? You remember the old-fashioned card catalogue system, right?”

“I’m afraid so.”

She chuffs. “Hey, don’t knock it. That’s basically what I’ve got going on up here,” she says, pointing to her temple. “It’s a bit of a curse.”

“Well, Marie, I happen to think it’s wonderful, and you’ve got a loyal customer right here.”

“You don’t, by any chance, have a single brother, do you?”

“As a matter of fact, I do, but he lives in Atlanta.”

She shrugs. “Meh, we could work that out.”

I can feel my mouth pulling at a smile. “Don’t you even want to ask me if he’s older or younger?”

“Honey, why on earth should that matter? Do you really think a few years makes a difference in the life of a soul?”

Wow. Way to go, Marie.

“Tell you what. Next time he comes to visit, I’ll make sure to bring him in, okay?”


“You’re a Whitman aficionado?” she asks.

“I’m an admirer.”

“Do you have a proper copy of the Calamus cluster?”

“No, I vaguely remember bits and pieces:

‘For the friend I love lay sleeping by my side
In the stillness his face was inclined toward me, while the moon’s clear beams shone
And his arm lay lightly over my breast—and that night I was happy.’”

“That’s a nice one,” she says with a nod. “May I show you something?”

“Of course.” I only have eight more hours to kill.

She beckons me around into the nonfiction section and heads straight for photography. Crouching low at the end of the bookcase, she dips her hand just below the subheading for erotic photography and pulls out a large hardcover with a blue-toned photo taken from behind, two nude men each with one arm around the other’s back. 

“I’ve been waiting for just the right customer.” She stands up again and holds the book out: Whitman’s Men: Walt Whitman’s Calamus Poems Celebrated by Contemporary Photographers.

“Wow, this is gorgeous.” I thumb through quickly, not particularly excited about . . . well, about getting excited with an audience.

“I knew you’d love it. The poetry is interspersed with these gorgeous photos. It’s truly a multi-dimensional work of art.”

“You are quite the salesperson,” I tell her.

“I’ve got more where that came from!”

I hold up my hand. “Thanks. I think I've got enough to digest for now.”

She surrenders. “Fair enough. I don’t want to piss you off before you bring me your brother.”

“I don’t think you need to worry about that. And, by the way . . .”


“That ‘more where that came from’ you’ve got? Can you conveniently forget about those books until you see me again?”

Marie giggles out loud this time, quickly covering her mouth and swallowing the noise inside herself. “Aren’t you the bossy one?”

“Sweetheart, you have no idea.”

Sorry, all you Twain fans, but those characters really are NASTY! I had to do something! Don't try to find my made-up anthology, please! It's kind of like looking for pictures of Marcus and Dane...they live inside my head. (Yes, it's lovely in here!)

Marie the bookseller is named for one of my loyal reviewers who's been with me for years, through kink, vanilla, slash, and even Scooby Doo. (You don't want to know.) I figured after all that, she should get some kind of perk! Maybe this falls under the heading of "No good deed goes unpunished" but hopefully Marie enjoyed meeting Marcus, and who knows? Maybe she'll hit it off with his brother!

The first poem is Walt Whitman's "A Noiseless, Patient Spider", from Leaves of Grass, 1900. The second excerpt is "When I Heard At the Close of the Day" (No. 11, from Whitman's "Calamus")

This was a lo-o-o-ong one and you folks are catching up to where I am in the story, so I'm not sure I'll continue the daily posting, but it won't be too much of a wait between chappies. Have a beautiful day. xxx


  1. Lovely, as you say a long one and lots going on. I loved the interactions between Marcus and Dane, even the punch in the gut bit. What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger and with these two, tears are dried, misunderstandings put straight and issues are resolved quickly, I hope they always do that and nothing is left to fester.

    The text messaging was sweet, Dane is such a thoughtful boy and it is so good to see and read about him enjoying himself with other people/friends.

    I'm sure your friend Marie is a lovely person but she might just find herself shoved and locked in the book shop stock room by me if Marcus' brother ever comes to town ;)

    The pictures in the poem book look interesting, definitely better then the illustrations in Huck Finn and I'm sure the poems are good too lol.

    Sad to read that we have almost caught up to you in the story but every chapter will be worth the wait Born and any way, spring is here, humans don't need as much sleep in the spring ( I read that somewhere) AND sleep is highly overrated, just saying........

    Thank you


    1. I am with you, can handle just about anything as long as it doesn't fester! Get that shit out in the open and deal with it! I have a hard time reading stories where one character is holding back a big secret, and I can't operate that way at all in RL, so I guess that's why I usually write my characters this way.

      OH MY GOODNESS, Marie, did you see this?? You have been physically threatened! LOL. Maybe Marcus has another bro for you?

      I have kind of resolved to get more sleep in my life so I'm not sure if your theory goes along with the new me...but I do hear you! ;) Thanks so much for your insights...even that creepy thing you did there to poor Marie. xoxo

  2. ahhh, a lazy Sunday morning is just too perfect! even if the reading material wasn't exactly lighthearted. Gah, I can't even with the chilling in bed, joking, reading.... *sighs*

    Poor Dane, thinking he hurt Master with what he said. And his little speech about how that's how he used to feel, but not anymore?? ALL the feels. However, I wonder if that's something he knows is true on an intellectual level but doesn't KNOW deep down in his bones... ? His speech said all the right things, but I think we can all agree that talking to a professional more couldn't hurt. We just want what's best for him!

    Love their little text exchange, flirty and fun and heartfelt too. Soo glad that Dane gets along with Sean well!

    I love Marie, and I hope she hits it off with Marcus's brother whenever he comes to town! ;) Interesting new tidbit that M has a brother, btw. It's just another puzzle piece of his life.

    I'm having a blonde(ish) moment- what did Marcus mean when he asked Marie to forget about the other books until she sees him again? lol

    super fun, long chapter. I really enjoy having them to wake up to everyday, but I can handle it a little less often. (just makes the anticipation better, right?!)

    1. I KNOW! Chilling in the hotel bed! :)

      Yeah, I'm having fun kind of leaking out the little bits of Marcus and Dane's lives for you all. Stay tuned...

      Oh, maybe I wasn't clear enough. Marcus would like Marie to not be inclined to show those books to another customer in the meantime! And don't worry, she won't!

      I appreciate your comment about my spacing. Yeah, I'm not great at restraint!

  3. very leisurely enjoyable chapter. even dane's reaction to his own comment doesn't mar the beauty of these 2 here. baby steps. two forward and one-half back. it's all good! love Marie and the exchange with Marcus! her instant recognition of the significance of his choice of pronoun caught my eye. i do hope he brings his brother in for an introduction one day. mixed feelings about the chapter posting schedule. understandable but still not my first choice, but then you've spoiled me with daily chapters. i'm a new friend and reviewer but still a fervent one.

    1. Awww thank you so much, Judy Blue. I appreciate your mixed feelings. We'll see if I can stay ahead of the game here to the end. MWAH!

  4. Though Dane has come far, it's sad to think h feels as though he's somehow failed that horrible man. He's still got issues to work through, but on the plus side thanks to his Master he's able to work his way through it.

    Glad Dane had a good time with Sean - though he needs Marcus - he does need others as part of his support system.

    I loved Marie! :) she's lovely and I'd love to see if Marcus' brother is as luscious as Marcus. PS: I used to work in the library when catalogue cards existed. I used to have to print them out from a stencil - ahh the good old days. :)

    Wonderful chapter as always. :)

    1. Yeah I didn't think it was realistic for Dane to have healed just yet. In fact, I don't know that he could have ever healed without having a caring, committed, worthy Master to really let him see that what he yearns for is good. I'm a card catalogue girl as well! ;)

      Hmmm, what IS marcus's brother like? XOXOXO

  5. *sighs* Dane, oh Dane. My heart hurts that he feels that way about himself. I agree with Marcus 100% about him needing to get it all out. That will only help him feel free of that bastards poison he spewed toward Dane and made him feel.
    Once Dane is able to get it out of his system and realize it was NOT him, he will feel open and free. Just like he does on stage.
    Marie is adorable! I like her a lot!
    Sean oh Sean! I do adore him. I'm glad they had a fun time!

    1. Yeah. I'm not sure "getting it out" will all be pleasant but I do believe it's a necessary evil. Poor Dane. He's only now really beginning to process some of the crap he buried deep within himself.

      It's fun to be able to bring back Sean and Riley for this encore presentation! Thanks for all your encouragement, Pates! MWAH! xoxo

  6. I love how Marcus was able to push through his own hurt feelings to be there for Dane. I always felt that the more you know yourself and the more you are aware of your flaws and qualities, the better you can deal with negative feelings. Marcus certainly is a very strong man, mainly due to the fact that he knows himself is and is honest about who and what he is. He is certainly not perfect, but he is rational and generous, and he even owns up to the things that he perceives as flaws. Maybe because of that strength of that he can admit that though Dane words hurt, there was no ill will behind them. I believe he truly values the fact that Dane has opened up above all and prefers to focus on that to try to help Dane through his pain.
    Dane was so brave to admit his fears and share his feelings with Marcus. Dane certainly had an epiphany realizing that he was not responsible for how Wayne treated him and that changing to please someone is a never ending vicious cycle that leads nowhere. It is amazing how sometimes we just need to say things out loud to put them in perspective.
    Dane crying always gets to me, it is so sweet though how Marcus gathered him in his arms and rocked him. Crying is one of those things in life that is unavoidable and we cry for many reasons, but if you have a Marcus in your life to hold you tight, crying can be cathartic and healing.
    So great to see Dane talking about wanting to let go of shit and great advice from Marcus to flush it all out. Whatever is kept inside festers and eventually suppurates at the most inopportune times.
    Now unto happier times… I loved the sweet selfie Dane took with Sean, and I love even more what Marcus was able to see in their expressions: contentment *sigh*
    When Dane asks Marcus to not stop pushing, I felt my heart swell a little, because these are some mighty powerful words when they come from a boy that once lived so scared to let someone in and with so many limits.
    Now unto the best part, another book store visit. Be still my beating heart!
    First of, I don't know if you remember that I asked you a few reviews ago what was up with the lady at the bookstore, because I had a feeling about her character being more meaningful and your reply was, "I just thought she was being helpful!" A-ha! I was right there was something extra special about that lady, I hope your friend enjoyed her part in this story and if you wrote the character being faithful to original, she sounds like an awesome lady. I loved her lines so much: “Sounds like your gossamer found its anchor hold.” WOW! Yes lets hope he did indeed, and "Do you really think a few years makes a difference in the life of a soul?” Right on sister you tell him, age is just a number and it means little next to nothing. But the best phrase in the story so far award goes to: “Aren’t you the bossy one?” Marie nailed it, hats off to her.
    Finally, you are honestly killing me with the BOOKS, I love books they are like drugs. You choice of books was amazing and kudos to Marcus for resisting the temptation of more books (even if he asked her to hide them for a later visit.) Had it been me I would have left with more books than I could carry.
    Well, my review like this chapter was a long one, but I couldn't stop. I swear I tried ;)
    As always my most sincere thanks for your dedication and generosity to these characters, their story, and us your faithful readers. Regardless of how long the wait, I am sure it will always be worth it, so until next time.
    Gigi (The Unrestrainable, Verbose, Hopeless Romantic)

    1. I completely agree with your conclusion about why Marcus is able to accept Dane's honesty without becoming defensive. Yeah, Dane's ability to ask Marcus to keep pushing him shows the ultimate level of trust. LOL Marie is the only one in the story who doesn't know what Marcus is, but she is a perceptive little gal!

      I just love how much thought you put into each chapter and that you take the time to share your insights with me and anyone who wishes to read them. Thank you for that gift.

  7. Has it even hit Marcus how much he needs to touch Dane? Its as if he needs to prove their connection in a physical way. Its also very sweet. Good luck with Marcus' brother Marie. LOL, dang he is in Atlanta...Marcus with a southern drawl mmmm. Looking forward to some poetry readings and pretty pictures. xoxo

    1. I do think Marcus understands how important touch is for Dane, but maybe what you're asking is something that has not occurred to Marcus- how important it is for himself! I think he spends SO much time focusing on Dane's needs, he does miss a few key perceptions along the way! Mmm, well I have a brother in Atlanta. He doesn't drawl because he grew up with me in Ohio, but I suppose this guy could have an affect or two!

  8. “You’re you. Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do when we read? Question, delve, analyze, reflect, challenge?” Perfect. 

" I wanted him to change for me because I was worth it.” I could analyze that in circles.

Good job Marcus getting Dane back on track and to his breakfast. I was worried when I started reading HF.There is so much ugly in there.

Marie, yes she's back. I really hope you get back to her and ? Andrews. Part of me misses the old card catalogues. I love technology, but they seemed to hold the mysteries of the universe.

    I got out of order for a minute, but got back on track. I'm finally caught up. Yay me.

    1. Oh dear. Sorry about the confusion. Blah, Huck made me angry.

  9. True:

    Dane, your ‘shit,’ as you call it, will stop churning when you empty out the reservoir. Pushing it deeper inside only makes that harder.

    I love this ooey, gooey Marcus:

    If this happy sappy continues much longer, I’m going to need an insulin injection.

    Great question:

    Do you really think a few years makes a difference in the life of a soul?

    Marie is a super saleswoman. Really "knows" her customers.


    “Sweetheart, you have no idea.”

  10. Hmmmm learning a bit more about Dane's family. Very nice to see Dane reestablishing relationships outside of his Master. So important for his well being to have a good support system and someone to be silly with!!

    That photography book sounds very intriguing!

    1. It's available on Amazon! LOL
      You probably asked me about Dane's family way back when...SEE?