"I'm so horny now, I'll probably let you rape me."

"You are a sweet thing," said Ann. "What's your name again?"

"Sally Benson."

"Well, Sally. I'm really glad I looked out the window when I did and saw you walking your dog. Hell, I was so horny I was ready to use my dildo on myself. But dogs are much nicer than dildos. Much nicer. That's why I invited you into my home."

"So you showed me," said Sally. "But I never would have let you fuck Rex if you hadn't paid me the twenty bucks. You see, I really needed the money."

"Don't we all."

"No, you don't understand. The money isn't for me, it's for my dad. And Rex isn't really MY dog."

"What are you trying to tell me, Sally?"

"Let me start at the beginning," said Sally. "My mom and dad own a dog kennel. We care for people's dogs while the people are out of town on vacation or whatever. I help out by exercising the dogs every morning. That's why you saw me walking Rex. He's only one of many dogs we have back at the kennel."

"Lucky you," said Ann. "All that cock anytime you want some."

"Yes," continued Sally, "but the problem is, our business is slowly going bankrupt. We're having trouble paying our bills every month. That's why I needed the twenty bucks. It's not much, but it's better than nothing."

"You're right," said Ann. "Twenty bucks isn't much. But ten times twenty bucks is. Maybe even thirty times twenty bucks. Each and every month. Would that be enough money to help pay your bills and keep your daddy's business from going bankrupt?"

"It sure as shit would," said Sally. "But where will the money come from?"

"From other horny bitches like me," said Ann. "Hell, do you think I'm the only woman around here who fucks dogs? I'm not. There are plenty of dog-fucking women in this neighborhood. Many of them are my friends. I'll talk to them all. That should save your father's business."