Obey Me, My Pet

er smile. Her hair was styled to perfection, her makeup was done by a professional, and she wore a dress that was so well-fitting that it would have made any guy proud. When

etely and u

, Keanne was an out

We were at a loss for anything to di

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yet, I couldn't help but feel compelled to check my watch t

f the ordinary

ath, swallowed her wine, and set her g

he returned to gla

l of my brainstorming possibilities. Keanne and I had been dating for more than two weeks at this point, and I still hadn't discovered anything t

ey had said, but now that I was sitting across the table from he

ogether. She continues to ignore me even today while

eserved, but as we encountered people that she knew, she ca

discomfort of being in each other's presence. I was aware that we were being observed because I noticed the curta

nd her; it was yet another successful date, and

s parked in the driveway. During the time that I was settling into my seat

ted the gears in the vehicle and

ate of panic as he yelled out, "I don't know what's going on, but there's obviously so

an abruptly hung up on me,

cated on the calendar. Despite the fact that I was aware of wha

pain. As the tires made a chirping sound, I put my foot down on the gas and opened up the th