Dottie Underwood Novels & Stories

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

Their eyes were on me and the wanna-be stripper. "Damn this is a good one. I hope I don't forget about this when I'm sober." Dottie said as she sipped her wine before grabbing another fistful of the sweet caramel popcorn. "I'm glad I cancelled today's appointment. This is so worth the watch. So, who's the stripper again, Al?" Sharon shouted at me while her hand gripped the popcorn bowl tightly as Dottie was about to let it fall.

Her name is Dot. Dorothy Ashby professionally, Dot to everyone, a woman of sixty with the energy of someone half that age and the specific authority of a person who has organised four hundred and twelve weddings and has seen every possible way a couple can make a simple thing complicated. She sits across from us at our kitchen table on a Saturday morning with a notebook the size of a small country and looks at us both with the assessing gaze of a professional who is deciding what category of couple she is dealing with.