"Where's her Mommy and Daddy?" The little girl asked.
"Well, dogs don't live with their mommies and daddies," Julia told her. "They move away as soon as they are old enough..."
"That's sad," the girl, whose name was Isabella.
"No, sweetie..." her mother, Taylor told her.
"I want a big dog," the young boy, Mason said.
"What, do you want to ride it like a horse?" His father, Andrew joked. He shot a glance at Julia, suggesting to the teen they might want to move on. Julia nodded wordlessly. She was used to this from kids. She continued a short distance to where another dog she thought might work was visible, not noticing she was suddenly barefoot.
"This is Max," she said, pointing at a male pug. "And that is Serena," she said, pointing at a female German Shepherd. She looked at Andrew's smooth chest, and Taylor's breasts, hanging free in front of her, and suddenly, she lost her train of thought.
She leaned forward, her hands touching the cold floor, suddenly very interested in the rest of the party.