"No, you ate already. I fed you earlier," Linda said as the dog whined through his nostrils, nosing her behind the knees.

Linda gasped, her eyes widening. Why was that touch doing such strange things to her cunt? It was crazy, insane for her to be feeling arousal at this point. But that was all she could call it. Arousal! She had felt it once or twice, especially the night when Greig Hansen had tried to fuck her! Yes, the one time, the very first and only time a man had almost gotten to her, had almost fucked his cock into her pussy. It had taken all her strength to push him away. Since then no one had even tried. Linda thought of that and suddenly felt terribly empty and a little sick. Had she thrown her life away so far? Was she turning into a cynical old maid?

"No, Chad!" she snapped, slapping at the dog.

He was mouthing her ankles now. This was going far too far!

"Out you go," she said, turning around and opening the front door once more. A gentle cool breeze came from the north, stirring her long blonde hair. The animal paused at the doorway, twisting his proud head around and looked up at the woman. Linda stiffened. There was a kind of near-human intelligence in those dark-brown eyes, an intelligence that made her flesh crawl. "I said go out."

Chad whined some more, then barked, backing into the living room. Linda stared wide-eyed at the animal. He wasn't obeying her. He wasn't obeying her at all! Usually she and her aunt had some difficulty in making the dog obey. But in the end they had their way. Now Chad was deliberately disobeying her, denying her as it were!

"Chad!"

He stretched his forepaws in front of her, assuming that wolflike proud manner that had made Linda so nervous in the first place. She felt something like fear begin to rise in her throat. She could always call back Hank. Linda was certain he or some of the others were still around. They usually stayed around the bunkhouse some hundred yards down the dirt road. They would hear her cries and would come running.