RIO<br/><br/>Ground beef, herbs, bolognese sauce, lasagne sheets, cheese sauce simmering away... garlic breads... time for the salad. I collected a few bits from the larder and made up a large bowl being left with a few offcuts and lettuce leaves. I knew Sally liked fresh lettuce. Well, Sally liked everything including cock but nice crispy fresh lettuce was one of her favourites so I left the dinner cooking and took the leaves outside.<br/><br/>I stopped on the steps above the yard.<br/><br/>That cat was there, messing about... with the hose? What was he doing with the hose? I stayed silent and watched him put it back then shake himself like he was trying to get dry.<br/><br/><em>What on earth's he doing?</em>I leaned on the rail at the top of the steps and watched him. Within seconds he noticed me and looked up.<br/><br/><strong>"Hullo puss-puss. What's pussy up to today then?"</strong>I used the voice that people often did with cats - not a squeaky childish tone but simple words simply spoken. I knew that unlike Sally, and like Molly, Musco was mostly still there. I think I preferred them still there, it made the torture and humiliation all the more arousing.