The Downington Ranch House, Late afternoon December 15, 2008
“Well, my Gimp, it is time. Our kindness has limits.”
Nancy gestures to Cocoa. With left hand firmly gripping his leash, holding his face pointed toward the ceiling, she slowly peels away the blinding patch adhered to the hood of the kneeling Gimp. With curtains closed the bright California sun makes the bedroom tolerably glow, the Gimp’s eyes quickly adjusting.
Cocoa’s free hand moves to the p***s. There she gently strokes, sensing an immediate response from the long chaste male.
“The key, my Gimp. I have not forgotten. Obviously to a padlock... and obviously of significant importance. Open wide!”
Nancy slips in the partial dentures to abet speech. Then she sits back holding up the key.
“Explain and you’ll live more tolera
