“I think I’ll have the milk duds. They weren’t my sisters and none of them were my master.”
They were walking back to Isaac’s truck, with Holly once again clutching his arm like a small child holding onto a teddy bear and leaning her head on his shoulder. Holly lowered the gallon bottle of milk over the bowl of Raisin Bran, letting a small white splash soak down under the brown flakes. Now how about something to make me happy?”
Giggling, Holly began to nuzzle her face against the crotch of his jeans like a cat against a table corner. She would curl up against him like a purring cat, desperate for attention and affection. “Now this is going to feel VERY strange.”
He pushed up a dial on the control box, completing the circuit and allowing the battery’s power to surge into Holly like a miniature stun gun.
