Every morning, the standard rule is to present myself to you immediately after my shower. I never really know what to expect of course; that’s part of the game. At one time, a hug. At another time, you’d get me just the point of “inflating” and send me on my way. Many times, it’s marks.
Today was no exception. You decide you’d make sure everything was well, check the cage, leave behind some teeth impressions. It’s always just enough to get the rush initiated, but never enough to do any more than that. To call it wonderfully frustrating might be a good description. I love these times.