It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon at BC's when I first met Charlie. She was a true beauty and when I fed her the first bite of pork, I knew that she had very strong feelings for me. She followed me home that night; I tried to tell her that it was wrong but she was determined to come back to my place. What could I do? . . she was so pretty. The next morning, she was still there . . curled up on the mat outside the front door. Such devotion for a single slice of pork . . she followed me to the end of the pier and watched mournfully as I climbed onto the boat. I never saw her again . . . until I went to Pedro's.
The little trollop!!