Confessions of a Future Former Fat GIrl

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Capturing Chris 7

Well, Since Mimi has reached the “I’m coming from ny to beat the brakes of you.”  Point in her lectures, I suppose it’s time I just give it to you.

I haven’t heard from minemuse in… days and days and days. So I can’t blame anyone for these shenanigans.

Sigh… so…holidayish kinda time, you know snow slightly falling, but not scrazy( scary crazy snowpocolyps snow, just light fluffly not really winter yet kinda melt in a few days snow fall)  Ok you got it?  Now put your coat on and lets go stand outside this house *snaps fingers and teleports us to Chris’s house* Ok, for this, you gotta go over there and look.*points to window* Don’t worry old mister nosey and his yippie dog can’t see you. Ha ha don’t worry about how I got inside. Just come look. This is a close up.  Come closer.  No, no closer…put your nose against the window and smoosh. Make a piggy face…closer…closer…oh hold on you guys should umm… bats in the cave, back up  I’ll just zoom in a bit and tell you what’s going on while you get a Kleenex and fix that.  * this cecil b dmille ish is hard.*

Agnes sat with her legs stretched toward the fire.  She stared at her hands laced over her pertruding belly and smiled at the ridiculous diamond and white gold bands on each of her ring fingers.

Sleep was rapidly claiming her as it was want to do these days, but she wouldn’t get to dreamland, at least not just yet.  A pair of soft warm lips and a slightly rough tongue laved her neck causing her to giggle.

The sting of teeth sinking into her skin sent a tingle of electricity dancing from her nipples to the apex of her thighs.

“ Mike, I’m napping here.”

“mmmmm you’re delicious when your all sleepy and warm.”

 The rough rumble of Mike’s voice washed over her and she sighed.  She wanted to play…she really did, but more than that: Agnes sat up abruptly.  Mike’s hand’s fell away from their torturous play at her breasts and he began to gently help her right herself to sit up.

“I know. I know.” He mumbled. You have to pee.

Agnes couldn’t help the smile that washed over her face. Months ago she’d never dreamt she could be here. She’d have called anyone a liar and laid odds against them if they’d told her so. Shaking her head as she waddled down the hall to the bathroom she called over her shoulder. 

“chris has taken the boys on run through the woods. He says we’re having steak for dinner and you’re to start the grill.

I see y’all getting all flusterghasted hang on to your panty drawers… I go this!

*clears throat*   but before we get to C.A.M  what had happened was…OK FLASH BACK TIME!

Chris pulled the pocket door closed to give Agnes some privacy. And to give himself a chance to get his …manhood to stop putting on its impression of a California redwood.

Stomping into the living room he eyed is best friend with barely controlled irritation.

“you’ve got to hae the worst feckin’ timin’ of any man bairn from a woman”

He couldn’t help it, the thick Irish of his mother tongue gave away his agitation.

Mike turned from placing his medical bag on the coffee table and smiled. His dark hair and green eyes set in a chisled face could have seen him have a long career as a male model. Instead he’d served with chris on the battle fields.

The granite of his muscled body was earned not just in the gym but in war.

They’d been best friends since grade school. When Chris’s Irish American Parents had come home from teaching abroad to give him a chance at having the same sort of childhood they’d had.

Chris let out a frustrated breath. He couldn’t  deny it, Mike actually had impeccable timing. If he hadn’t shown up Chris would be dick deep in Agnes and though it would slake one thirst, he knew it wouldn’t satisfy all his needs.

“You haven’t told her anything have you?” Mike whispered.  “ you’ve been doing that smouldering, squint eyed, “I’ll have you for always, Lass” shit that you do. Promising everything with out promising anything.”

Chris rubbed a hand over his bald head.  Thank god he kept his ginger colored hair shaved off or he’d look like a stalk of rubharb with a rusted metal top. As it was he could feel the steam pouring from his ears.

Mike laughed then. “Where’s our girl? I’ll Check on her noggin then I’ll set it to rights.”

“she’s in the kitchen…getting dressed.” Chris slunk into the room and slouched down on into a plush leather arm chair. “ is it to early for a dram of whiskey?”

“stop pouting, you big goof. Leave it to daddy. I’ll fix it. And then we can all live happily ever afters and stuff” Mike said with exaggerated swagger as he gathered his medical bag and headed off to find Agnes.

Mimi said I had to give her a whole scene… I asked a muse and  technically that right there…that is a whole scene….its not cecil b dmille long  but I mean  it’s a scene right? I mean if I give it all away know….what the heck are you going to come back for later….

Capturing Chris 6

So a funny thing happened. I was standing in the kitchen washing dishes after having driven back from the boonies and as I reached for a beer mug that I don't remember using before I left the house... a shock of want washed over me.  Minemuse was whispering in my ear and ...and it was sooooooo hot. I was trembling. I dropped the mug in the sink and grasped the counter.  The things he was saying!!! 

As a writer its not un heard of for me to be minding my own dammy and get an unexpected surge of creativity. Inspiration cums...er comes at the oddest times.   

I had to clean up the broken glass from the sink and then rush to my lap top and give you this little update.   And when I'm done I'm going to call that irish hound and cuss him out.

As always, its not edited. sue me.






Agnes sat at the bar contemplating her cold coffee and unfinished breakfast for all of two seconds after Chris left.  

Glancing at the clock gave her the courage she needed.

Eff this, No way was she about to be sitting here when Chris's Friend Mike showed up to check her out. Had he already been by and seen her in a state of undress while she was unconscious?  A groan of embarrassed agony clawed at her throat.

Thinking fast she headed for the back door. If she could get there before Chris  got back she could be across the yard and safely in her house...

"If you touch that door, I swear I'm going to lift that robe and tan your ass."
Chris's voice was deep and rumbling. It stopped her dead in her tracks ...not from fear of but from longing...If she took even one more step the honey of her rapidly melting core was going to run down her thighs and pool on the floor.

Agnes  just couldn't take it anymore.  This was her fantasy right? It was what she'd been dreaming of for years. Chris, commanding her... slaking her desires, professing his unending love.

"Agnes"  her name was like a prayer on his lips, His breath brushing the shell of her ear. His arms coming around her middle and pulling her back against him. when had he moved? why hadn't she heard him?  was that her nipple he was rolling between his fingers, Her neck he was laving with his tongue?

She swore she meant to push away from him, so why was she leaning back arching her back and pushing her breast further into his grasp.  Her breathing was ragged and then she felt it... his cock brushing the globes of her ass before settling in the crease between them.  The rumble of his lust  as he pressed against her humping slightly.

Chris pushed Agnes forward.  There steps shuffling and frantic until the were inches from the sliding glass door that lead to his back deck. He wanted her to touch that door, if for no other reason than to let him deliver on his promise.  He'd smack her ass until it glowed red with his hand prints as a he sunk deep into her and claimed her once and for all.

"Go ahead aingel. Touch it... touch . that. Door. " He growled each word into her hear before biting down on the lobe and then licking away the sting.
His heart was pounding and his dick throbbed where he was pressed against her ass.
He felt her shift, lifting her hand to brace her self against the frame of the door.  A pure animalistic growl vibrated in his throat.

"Do it...Do it" he demanded as he began to drag the cotton of up from her thigh. HIs palms itching with the need to...

"Yo! Christopher!"  Mike's voice called from the front door and broke in their trance. Agnes fell forward on a gasp. Her forehead resting against the glass of the door.

Chris cussed and drew in a deep breath, only to cuss again as her scent settled into his lungs. 

"this isn't over agnes. I'm going to spank this ass and then kiss away the sting."  

Chris stood with his chin resting on her head as he tried to calm his raging hard on.

I'll be right there " he called to mike, wincing at the gruffness of his own voice.

"I'm going to go talk to mike. Your clothes are on the table... get dressed and meet us in the living room.  don't run, Agnes, I'll only chase you."

It took all of his strength to pull his hands from her body and step back.  And it took the Gods to make him keep walking we he heard her soft "ok" float to him as he stepped into the hall way.

Capturing Chris 5

sometimes the muses speak a lot, sometimes its just a little... figured i'd share what they shared then go do something  else..like ...bake or something

Agnes sat staring at her plate and sending furitive glances at chris. 

Her mind was racing with a million questions.

What in the hell just happened here?

How could he be cleaning the kitchen as if he didn’t just drop the biggest bomb in her lap?

Why was she even still sitting here?

Because you want him too.  The answer was clear. But the whys and the hows of it…could it be that simple?

“ It is that simple, Aggie.  We’ve danced around our attraction for a long time. We’ve never talked about it just not so mutually agreed to ignore it. And yes, you asked a question out loud.”  Chris turned from his task of cleaning to lean back against the sink, arms crossed over his chest.

Agnes furrowed her brow and looked down at her plate again, grateful, not for the first time that her skin tone hid her blushing nature.

Chris chuckled and walked forward. 

“it only hides it from those who aren’t looking at you , Agnes. I’ve always seen you. And I love the way you blush.” His whisper was heavy and landen with something dark and sinful that went straight to her core.

Frustrated agnes shot him a scowl then dug into her breakfast. The only way to be sure she didn’t say anything else out loud was to make sure she kept her mouth busy.  She mental rolled her eyes…She’d love to keep her lips busy against that vein pulsing along the side of his thick neck, but in the mean time she’d better make due with bacon and pancakes before she found herself in whirlwind of trouble.

Chris laughed again, Agnes had NO pokerface and he could read her thoughts as clear as if it were the words written in one of his favorite novels. There was a lot to discuss but he knew he’d need time for her to gather her thoughts.

Reaching into the junk drawer  he pulled out a note pad and pen.

“ here…make a list of all your questions and we’ll talk about it later. I’m going to get your clothes from the dyrer and then get dressed. Mike is gonna come over in about an hour and check your head. And then we’ll talk ok.”  Chris tossed the note pad and pen down on the counter within her reach.

He searched her face noting  the dark bruise above her right eye and the nervous twinkle in the bottomless orbs.

Leaning in he lightly cupped her check and before kissing that bruise.

“there is so much to talk about and say and feel,   I know it seems sudden but we’’ve  been running to this for years. I’ll wait, but I’m not going to change my mind agnes. Its you. Its always been you.”  Rising he walked away and he prayed that she wouldn’t dash out the back door and into her own home while he was changing.   

Capturing Chris 4

Its fall! And I’ve been thinking, the chill in the air calls for something…hot and warm and tingly.  I hope this does it.  Also, I know you’ve been waiting…and so have I.  Its all a process, so I’m very sorry when these updates don’t come quickly. But I do hope you enjoy it enough to stick around.  MineMuse, himself, has been verra verra busy. So I haven't actually had the contact with him I needed to channel this story.  I finally got a brief moment to chat with him this past week and well... as you can see...it was lucrative.  As always, please forgive the editing faux pas,  this story is presented exactly as if flew from my fingers.

Chris leaned against the bedroom door and listened with a smile as Agnes grumbled and made  her way to the bathroom.  Looking down into the three set of canine eyes staring back at him he chuckled.

“Aye, boys. Aggie is feeling a bit grouchy, but we’ll fix that, right?  Let’s go you mongrels, out of the door so I can get our lady something to ease her head and then spring the plan on her.”  Chris shepherded the dogs out into the back yard and went about making breakfast. The entire time his mind drifting back to the way Agnes looked curled in his sheets and even more so the way she curved her body around his when he sat on the edge the bed and rested his cool hand against her forehead.

He’d only meant to rouse her and insure that her head injury wasn’t more serious, but the trusting way she’d nestled against him and pressed her face into his hand caused him to pause and really take her in.

Agnes held her own special brand of attractiveness.  She was short and full of curves that Chris more than appreciated, when the sheet and slid down a bit and revealed the swell of her breast he caught his breath as he watched it rise softly and the fall again.  He couldn’t say how long he sat there staring, transfixed by the rhythm of her slumbering breath, but he knew that he’d watched in longing, praying that the sheet would slip lower and reveal her satin covered nipple.  His mouth had watered and he’d forced himself to stand and walk over to the large wingback  chair under the window and take up the rock glass of whiskey he’d abandoned there when he entered the room. He sat, slouched low with knees splayed to give his stirring member room and watched her, hungrily for hours while she slept.

The sound of the bedroom door opening brought him back to the present, and reminded him that if he were going to proposition the lovely Miss Agnes, he’d do well to present her with a feast to ease the way.

Washing his hand at the sink he turned his attention to finishing preparing the meal he’d began before he’d heard her stirring before.

Agnes found chris in the kitchen, still shirtless and barefoot, humming softly to himself while flipping pancakes over a griddle.  She wasn’t sure what made her mouth water more, the tantalizing smells of bacon and coffee that filled the room  or the sight of his finely honed muscles.

She jumped slightly when he looked over his shoulder at her and smiled.  With a tilt of his head he said “ pull up a seat” before sliding a plate filled with food towards her on the island counter.

Anges sat and stared at the plate, waiting until Chris had filled one for himself and then  joined her, before placing her hand on the table palm upwards.   Her breath caught when he quickly placed his hand in hears and his deep voice offerd up a soft prayer of thanks. With a slight squeeze and a lingering of fingers the “amened” and dug in

“ SO what do you want, Christopher” Agnes said between bites of jam and butter slatherd toast and sips of hot coffee.

“why should I want anything. I could just be feeding you because you know, I felt bad that you walked into a two by four and knocked yourself out in my back yard.”

“ a point of fact, Chris, I didn’t walk into that two by four, you hit me with it. A second point of fact, we’ve been neighbors for several years and friends for the entirety of that time, when you want something outrageous, you feed me. So, what do you want AND where are my clothes.”

Agnes, sat her coffee mug on the counter and tried hard to adopt a no nonsense look.  She let her eyes drift briefly to Chris’ face taking in the pale ginger scruff on his jaw. He hadn’t shaved when he’d been in the shower earlier. Her breath hitched a moment when he licked a bread crumb from his lip. She brought her eyes back to his and had to fight not to look away when she realized he’d been watching her watch him.

“you Agnes,”

Agnes Blinked a couple of times and the shook her head. Really, she must have honestly knocked something loose.

“Come again”

The question came out like a breathless squeak and a flush rushed up her skin.

“you asked what I wanted, I answered.  We’ve been friends for ever. For as long as we’ve been neighbors. And that whole time I’ve wanted the same thing Aggie.  You.  In my arms, in my bed, on this kitchen counter.  I want you…not just as my friend who lives next door and fosters my dogs when I’m away.

I want you on long walks and holiday gatherings and trips to Ireland to see my ma and da.  I want you across the table when I eat and with your legs wrapped around my head screaming your pleasure when …I…eat.”

The passion in Chris’ voice stole robbed her of the ability to the think. He didn’t move, didn’t slow his ministrations as he finished he breakfast, he just …monologued her…and damned if her thighs weren’t soaked with the evidence of how much that declaration turned her on.

“eat your breakfast aingel” Chris’ voice deepened into his native brogue as he nodded to ward her plate of unfinished food. “your going to need all your strength.”

Agnes, still shocked, could do nothing more than lift her fork in her hand, but she’d be damned if she could actually place a bite of food in her mouth.

“chris…” she said on a determined sigh her gaze meeting his again.

She couldn’t process …anything… out of the blue her friend had just admitted that he wanted all the things she’d wanted and had wanted them for the same amount of time that she had.  She had questions and doubts and…

 “I have questions.”  She stated sharply.

Chris chuckled. “and I have answers, but for now….eat.” He squeezed her hand before getting up to put his plate in the sink and pour her another cup of coffee.

Probably wasn't what you came here looking for

I honestly can't remember when I wrote this... when ever an un birthday treat was first released...this came after that....i tend to drop it like an easter egg every year...some where random in october.... this year... I'm posting it every where I can....

no fancy font.   no  music intro.... just this.


It was nearly Christmas. You could smell the holiday in the air. Frost

and snow covered everything outside and inside the house was filled with

tantalizing aromas of ham slow roasting with a honey glaze. The fire was

bright and cackling and all the traditional decorations for Christmas were

artfully placed by three well meaning, if over excited bundles of joy. One

would expect to hear the children clamering down the hallway, glasses or

mugs clicking in toast, laugter and conversation. Yes, thats what one would

expect, but the opposite was true. The room was warm but silent, save for the

occasional ruffle of clothing or sniffle as someone held back tears.

Tomas sat with their youngest son Graham on his lap. He stared in wonder at

the curly brown head. How could they have just celebrated his arrival here

and then today be mourning the loss of his Godmother. As the last of the

guest walked out the front door, He raised his head to look at his wife of 10

years. Eloise was beautiful to him, even in her mourning, she radiated love

and warmth. Tomas knew she was missing her close friend, but she'd opened her

arms and their home to Angeline's family and other friends. She made herself

their center, their port of call during this harsh time, when one should have

been emersed in festivaties. Angeline and Elois had lived life like twins.

Adventures, love all of it had been intertwined. It had been devasting to

both women when Angie had learned too late she'd had breast cancer. Elois had

raged. How could someone so smart, so intellegent not have regular check ups.

But Angie had lived life for the next rush. Moving from one epic adventure to

the other, with out ever having so much as a common cold. When she'd began

to fill sick and not have any strength, she and Eloise argued nightly about

her need to go to the doctor. She'd been over to visit with the kids when she

passed out in the kitchen. Little Graham had run to his brothers, insisting

the twins help he with his angel. THe older boys thought he'd ment the angel

for the christmas tree. At six the twins thought they were grown and had

decided they could replace the ornament theirselves. When they went to the

kitchen to get a chair on which to stand, they found the fallen angel that

had graham in tears. They'd dialed 911 and then called Tomas home explaining

that Auntie Angel was sleeping on the floor in the kitchen and their cookies

were burning in the oven. Here they were on the eve of Christmas eve. Missing

one of the Key elements of the season. Of their lives. The cancer that had

resided in Angeline's breast had been slowly spreading through out her body.

Her sudden decline in health was the result of it taking over the last of

her organs. The doctors had been powerless to save her. Any treatment would

only add to her agonizing pain. The doctors had taken a moment to speak with

each female present at the hospital, ensuring them that if they but only test

regularly most their lives could be saved. Had Angeline gone to any of the

hundreds of appointments she'd scheduled then cancelled her life may have

been spared. But what ifs adn should haves were pointless.

 Rising slowly he walked with Graham toward's Eloise and wrapped her into his

arms with their son. Standing for a moment he inhaled, just relishing this

time, burning it into his memory and willing Elois to do so as well.

"Hey Alice, lets put this little mouse to bed and have a rest, twiddle dee

and dum will be home tomorrow and it will be full steam ahead"

He guided his love down the hall, stopping briefly to put Graham to bed.

Removing his miniture suit he smiled as the child curled into his side.

Graham cuddled the teddy bear that Angeline had just given him for his

birthday and snuffled out a little sigh. Elois pulled the blankets up over

the baby and ran her finger through his curls. Love and sadness poured from

her eyes.

Arm and arm Tomas and Eloise made their way down the hall to their room. Once

inside Tomas sat Elois on the edge of the bed and slowly removed her clothes.

As he removed each shoe he massaged her stocking covered feet, before easing

the dark nylons offer her legs and wadding them up. He had Elois stand before

him and he lifted the simple black sheath dress over head and tossed it too

onto the floor. He made short work of her black bra then wrapped her his

flannel pajama top. Pushing slightly he guided her back on to the bed, then

gathered her discarded clothes and tossed them into the hamper. Tomas changed

into his own pajamas and tee shirt before starting the fire in their hearth

and climbing into bed..

As soon as he settled back against the head board Eloise climbed into his lap

and wiggled her way between his legs with her back to his front. Once she

was settled she leaned her dark head back against his shoulder and nuzzled

her nose into the side of his neck. They sat that way gazing into the flames.

Each reflecting on thier life and their blessings.

 After a time Eloise began to open the button on the pajama top. She kept

her gaze forward so she didnt' see the questioning look one Tomas's face.

When she had every button undone, she placed her hands on Tomas's and slowly

brought them up her torso to rest inside the shirt on her breast. Once his

hands where in place, she raised her arms futher over her head and then

linked her fingers behind Tomas's neck. At this angle her breast were thrust

out futher into Tomas's hands. Understanding came slowly, but it came and

Tomas began to slowly move his fingers over her velvety coal skin. He touched

her with reverance and love, but he touched her slowly and firmly, relearning

the curves of her breast. The breast that had not only nursed and comforted

his sons, but himself. He commited the weight and shape to his mind, to the

very molecular make up of his fingers and palms. He spent what cold have been

hours with his eyes closed and his fingers molding and shaping the heavy

flesh. Finaly when, he felt Eloise release her linked hands and bring her

arms down. He stopped his ministrations and wrapped her in his arms. Turning

slowly, Tomas rolled them to one side and tucked her in close to his body.

FInally they slept

Capturing Chris 3

The sounds of water running and snoring brought Agnes awake. And as soon as her brain registered that wakeful state, a bass drum started thumping within.

Breathing deeply and slowly to offset the pain, Agnes cracked one eye…and was meet with the slurping of a tongue that that covered her entire face.

Turning her head to the side she rubbed her face against the pillows and willed herself not to panic. 

“What hit me?”

She groaned grasping her head. She would have attempted to sit up but a very large very heavy muzzle was resting on her chest pinning her down and blowing hot doggie breath in her face.

In her mind Agnes tried to replay the last things she could remember. Walking home, taking a short cut through Chris’s yard. Then lights out.

Opening one eye confirmed her suspicions. The beast resting on her was Chris’ great dane bull mastiff mix Scooby. With both eyes open she stared into his one giant sad eye and sighed.

“Ok, Scoobs… move”

When the dog whimpered but made no attempt to stop using her breast as a pillow, Agnes sighed deeply, then wished she hadn’t.

“Scooby, come on bud, I can’t breathe here” She struggled.  With energy she didn’t have, she struggled to scoot up on the bed. Scooby however remained seated and thus his head was now in her lap.

Shaking her head slowly and clutching the sheet to her breast, Agnes acknowledged the two beast standing guard at the foot of the bed.

Ruff (a Caucasian Shepherd) and  Marmaduke ( an Italian Cane Corso)  eyed her over the top of the massive foot board and she knew instinctively that they were standing , waiting for her to give permission to join her .

Which she might have done if she weren’t still trying to a) dislodge scooby’s face from its positions dangerously close to her crotch and b) figure out where the hell her clothes were.

“Ok boys, how about you go play while I find my clothes.   Shoo, ummm roll over … play dead… MOVE.”  

Neither dog budged.

The sound of the water running that she’d recognized earlier was playing havoc on her bladder and the pain in her head was starting to increase.

 A quick peek under the blanket revealed that she’d only been stripped down to her underwear. If she could just dislodge the massive great dane ( which was proving impossible because he’d decided she was moving too much and had slowly started inching his massive body over her lap on the bed)  she could make a break for the bathroom she knew was across the hall.

Thinking quickly Agnes gave another series of commands none of them spurred the dogs to move.

Groaning she leaned her head back against the tufted head board and tried to think of things to take her mind off the pressing need to pee.

Comfortable, well as comfortable as one could be under the weight of a nearly 200 lb great dane, Agnes closed her eyes and focused on the sound of the dogs’ heavy breathing and the whir of the ceiling fan. It wasn’t long before she began to drift back to sleep. But in those few seconds before darkness could take hold the should of water running shut off and the door where she’d thought was a closet opened. At the soft click she opened her eyes and lost her breath.

The sight of Chris standing, dressed only in a pair of baggy shorts with a towel draped over his shoulders caused her heart to sputter. The rapid beating of her heart kicked that bass drum n her head into over drive and Agnes moaned in both lust and pain.

In moments, Chris crossed the room and sat on the opposite side of the bed.

“Are you ok?”

“Can’t feel my legs”

“What, why can’t you feel your legs”

Agnes would have laughed at the harried look on Chris’s face, but laughing would probably cause her to pee right there in his sumptuous bed.

“Because your dog is cutting off the circulation”

Chris’ strawberry blonde eye brows leapt up his face and his arctic gaze widened.

A glance down  at Scooby, who had now fully worked himself onto the bed and was laying with his body running from her feet to her waist, essentially trapping, his new favorite “toy” in place, had him laughing.

“Ok, Scooby, you’ve done your job, You can let her up now.”  Chris spoke to the hound.  Scooby however ignored his master and let out a deep sigh before snuggling deeper and forcing himself between Agnes’ legs.

“Yeah, I already tried that.  What did you do tell them to guard or something.”

“Actually, yeah.”  Chris said…a bit of laughter still present in his voice.

“Wow, really, did you think I was going to wake up and attack you in the shower?”  Agnes asked opening her eyes again and petting Scooby, slightly scratching behind one big ear and receiving what could only be classified as a doggy grin for her efforts.  Marmaduke and Ruff leaned further over the foot board as if they were about to climb in the bed and demand she pet them too.

“One could only dream” Chris whispered. The sound was so low Agnes nearly missed it.

“Well, as lovely as this little moment has been. I really can’t feel my legs” She spoke choosing to pretend she hadn’t heard his declaration.

“And before we get buried under 400 additional pounds of k-9, I really have to pee.”

Chris cocked his head to the side and studied her face for a moment. Then standing he walked to the door and spoke firmly but quietly to the dogs. All three whimpered as if to say “oh man, dad, you never let us have any fun” and filed out of the room.

“What did you say to make them move? I don’t even know what language that was.”

“I told them to release my woman and go play.  In Irish.” Chris stated calmly. Agnes swallowed so hard that she was sure the gulp was audible.  Chris never released her gaze.

“Go to the bathroom, Agnes…I’m going to walk the dogs and we’ll talk when I return.”

He gave her one final look over his shoulder then followed the dogs from the room and closed the door behind.

Agnes wasn’t sure how long she sat staring at the door, stunned. When she stood to make her way to the bathroom she began to grouse “Go to the bathroom, Agnes. We’ll talk later. What does that even mean? Who is he to tell me what to do like I’m one of those dogs? I’m going to the bathroom, but only because I have to pee, and then I’m going home. I obviously hit my head WAY to hard.”