My good good boy has been denied for well over a month and teased to the brink of insanity. Hours and hours at a time spent in my hands and underneath me, and as soon as the lights go on and we start rolling ... he's weak for me. He becomes fixated on a ruin. A man obsessed. In the end, I give him exactly what he thinks he wants, in the worst way possible. One, two, almost three ruins. I know we'll get a triple this year.