<br/>LAURENNE MERIETH - Dog Cages<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Look at her super breasts, Laurenne,"</strong> I said reverting to French, <strong>"She's just your type."</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>I replied in the same language. "Ah yes, my darling, but look how nervous she is. She would not last a half hour in her present condition. No, I believe she is far more your type right now, the mind games you play with them will break her in no time." I switched back to English - Patois. "Oui, I believe thees doggie would suite your form of play very well, ma chérie. Peut être, après you 'ave feeneeshed wiz 'er, I could borrow 'er for a while?" My eye fell on a small, curled up form in another cage. "Awwww, très mignonne, so cuuuute!"<br/><br/>The puppy that had caught my eye was a beagle, still curled up asleep in the corner of the cage. "Zat one. I like zem cute! I shall wait 'ere until she wakes up." I smiled and found a hard wooden chair, sitting elegantly on it. "Anosser American, too. We are being invaded, n'est-ce pas?" I chuckled. "Come on Snoopy, wakey wakey, enlève-toi."