Donna was about to continue her protest when her mood suddenly changed. "D-did you say dog?" she asked. A faint hint of hope hung on her voice.
The boy laughed. "Yeah, my dog. You'd like to meet him, wouldn't you?"
Donna tried to tell herself that no, she didn't want to meet his dog. She wanted no part of his sick games, but an overwhelming feeling of desire overrode her protests. "Yes, please!"
"Good!" The boy stepped out of the room and quickly returned with...
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