Q: We have been reconciled. Very relative, if so to say. As it should be - a conciliatory sex, from which the fucking you get rid of. I'm what, we've got everything badly glued, and here in the 'dog's' posture, I mean, we're doing it and here I've got a straightening thing on my leg. Gluck I think. Then I was squeezed and I lowered my head and what I saw there was the two sights of the frightened eyes of my cat, who lay under us and watched with fear.