:mad:      I suppose one could say that it was Debbie Dierdre, and her mother’s destiny to become real bitches for dogs. After all, Debbie was raped by her own brother Johnny at the age of 16 a year after her father died in an airplane accident. Then raped again six months later by a group of black gang bangers, after being kidnapped right off the street, and who, just for fun, had their mascot Butch, a large mixed Boxer breed, lick her clean between each guy who took a turn at her. The dog’s silky insidious tongue doing more for Debbie’s peace of mind during that tramatic weekend with a knife constantly at her throat, than any of those youthfully rough, and bragging gang members could have.
Of course, Debbie never told anyone about either rape, not even her mother who was too busy working as a legal secretary to support them at the time because of the wait for the insurance money, and the law suit that was going on then, to keep track of her daughter. No, she kept it all to herself, too afraid of the consequences it might bring to her family, especially her mother, who she loved very much. Thankfully, a year to the day after her brother first raped her, her mother, Christine Dierdre, at a very youthful age 34 became a very rich widow, and moved the whole family to a Cleveland subburb, sending Debbie’s brother Johnny off to military school to hopefully make a man out of him, leaving the two women comfortably alone, and together at last on their new 56 acre estate Debbie’s first year of high school.
It was the third week after Debbie had made the Cheerleading Squad at J.P. Morgan High School that Sam and Brad came into her life. Two very large, and very personable twins, Sam and Brad were also two very nosey Great Danes.

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