Bobby took a deep breath in the musty truck.
His only option was the one he was already committed to. He had to ingratiate himself endlessly, to serve so perfectly that his owner couldn’t in good conscience deny him the ultimate heaven of her exclusive affections.
Rededicating himself to this more fervently than ever, Bobby felt again the blaze of joy and hope (and validation of his suffering) at Kim telling him he was doing ideally.
She’d said not to change a single thing and to follow his instincts. Did that mean she accepted the helpless way he lavished worship on his trainers? Did it excuse or permit the obvious attraction growing between him and Toni?
Remembering again Kim’s romantic and s****l sabotage in high school, Bobby could only hope so. He knew he was helpless to resis
