For the second time that day Rylan woke up to Row, this time licking his hand. Rylan cracked his eyes opened and rubbed Row’s ears. “Hey, dude.” He slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom, stopping for a few seconds to take a good look at the specially adapted chair Brett had built. Rylan liked it and was pleased to see Brett had set it up while Rylan was sleeping. He wondered what Brett planned and felt excitement curl through his belly and lift his sour mood.
When he returned to the bedroom Brett was waiting for him. “Feel better?”
“Yes, very much. Thank you, sir.”
Brett had a few supplies set out on a small table near the chair. Rylan’s chair was solid wood with more than adequate padding. It was designed so he could lower himself to simulate a kneeling position. There was a sp
