<br/>GoodFellow was just warming up. She nestled against him and turned her head inviting more of what he wanted to do. He would have liked nothing more than to forget the lift and keep teasing her but then he couldn't punish her properly.<br/><br/>She slipped away and gave him plenty to appreciate as she danced into the lift. He wore a cockeyed grin as he stepped in and moved behind her. His hands down her forearms to her hips as he was about to chew her neck and leaned in the direction of the control buttons. So very close.....<br/><br/>"HOLD!!  HOLD the LIFT!!" It was the deep frantic voice of Mr. Plythe moving closer.<br/><br/>GoodFellow sighed and pressed the hold button as a square build man wearing a plaid green turtle neck and the huffing snorter on four feet with him sneeze entering the lift.<br/><br/>"Good show, Trystan," Mr. Plythe said.<br/><br/>GoodFellow glanced down at his snot covered boot toe and curled the ends of his lips up in what he hoped was a smile. He turned to respond to the teacher.<br/><br/>"Reggie!! Bad boy," Mr. Plythe scolded the bull dog.<br/><br/>"Going up then?" GoodFellow remarked as he eyed the pair.<br/><br/>They seemed well suited to each other. If it was true about owners and dogs looking alike, it was very true of Mr. Plythe and Reggie. They had the same stocky build, the same sweaters and Reggie could have well been Mr. Plythe's four footed son with the look they both gave Astrid. One of curiosity and distain, like she was out of place among them and unlike GoodFellow they really didn't know what to do with her.<br/><br/>GoodFellow saw the look from dog and owner and answered, "I have a permit."<br/><br/>"Four please ," Mr. Plythe replied and eyed Astrid like she was a cat, "I heard they bite and scratch."<br/><br/>GoodFellow pressed 2 then 4 before responding, "I'm counting on it."<br/><br/>There was silence for a few minutes as the foursome waited for the lift to move.<br/><br/>