<strong>Vern ~ with Godiva</strong><br/><br/>She was talkin again. Mumblin about something and then asked somethin else he half heard. He shrugged his shoulders and gave the leash a tug when he turned right.<br/><br/>She talked too damn much that's why she was walkin  behind him. He had to admit he liked hearin her voice but not answerin. He was thinkin about givin her a one question a day spendin limit. He'd even throw in a decent response if that would have been it.<br/><br/>He knew her. One question answered would only have her making up twenty more just to have something to say. Fuck that. That's why he had her going to singin lessons; wear her tongue and jaw out.  Then off to that other shit.<br/><br/>If they had a soccer team she'd be in that too. He thought about just having her run a circuit but he figured security would misunderstand and set the dogs after her.  Or swimmin, if he could keep the shark from trying to make a snack of her he'd toss her in the deep in and give her that kind of exercise. No chance of that!<br/><br/>So they were goin to fuckin dance class. He'd dump her little ass off and get a beer before collecting her and taking her to eat. Maybe a good lap dance while she ate fries from his finger tips.  Lots or nourishing carbo-hydrates  a start of a Healthy diet while she got exercise.<br/><br/>He gave her leash a tug as he turned right. The door he was eyeing about half way down the hall was open. A man's head popped out.  The eyes wore a worried expression as Vern's met his. The head disappeared behind the door and the sound of it shutting solidly echoed in the corridor.<br/><br/>"Hmmm..." Vern grunted just for Evie.<br/>