I say, “That’s Missy, she’s my pet baby girl. My daddy owns the Law firm Blake & Blake and also Blake Research and Development in Boston. This is … her home”
I point to Missy.
I continue, “I gave it to her for Christmas many years ago.”
I can tell Tyler is stunned. Missy doesn’t look a day over 12 years old. I know in my heart she is many, many years older than that. She was 24 the Christmas I gained possession of her. She doesn’t age the same as other people anymore because of the collar. She will be my Pet all the rest of my life. I know I do not age the same as others either. Tyler hasn’t clue one that we are many years his senior.
Tyler asked dazedly, “Is she… alright?”
I reply, “Yes, why?”
He asks, “Why’s she dressed like that?”