It had been too long, truly, since I had seen him. I had gone too long without hearing an order or feeling his hand. And his belt. So I had strayed, but like any good pet, I had returned home. He didn't know I was coming. Perhaps I should have mentioned it to him. Oh well. I didn't see a car in the driveway as I climbed out of my Uber, but I knew there was always a chance he had someone over. It was a two-car garage, but...