"Well, I told you to watch out for her," Bob said as he watched his wife disappear into the darkness of the theatre toward the entrance doors.

"She's not that bad," Kathy said, wondering what kind of stories Connie could tell. She was still reeling from the shock that the woman she'd spied on was Bob's wife.

"No, I guess not," Bob sighed as he watched Connie open the door and slip out into the street.

"Oh, Mrs. Murphy. Do you think you could go back down to the wardrobe room again," Helen called from the stage. "I'm sorry, but I lost the bust measurements and I'll need them to let out your costume."

Kathy heard the stage hands giggle and laugh.

"Okay, everybody quiet up there," Bob called. "We've got some last-minute details to work out on the lighting before we get the actors up there for the first rehearsal."

Kathy reached back and gave Bob a gentle squeeze before she walked up to the stage to join Helen.

"I'm sorry, but…" Helen began.

"That's okay. My husband isn't going to be home until five," Kathy said as she glanced down at her wristwatch. "It's only two now. Plenty of time."

"Hey, where the fuck's that dog?" Bob asked angrily as he jumped up on the stage.

"I think Morey took him back to the kennel," one of the hands said.

The Great Dane! Suddenly Kathy's mind flashed back to the scene she'd come across earlier. How did Connie know about the dog being here in the first place? Then how had she taken the animal down from the wings to the back rooms? And how did she think she could get away with it? All these questions raced through Kathy's mind as she followed the wardrobe mistress through the maze of halls back to the rear of the theatre. As she stepped into the wardrobe room, Kathy thought of Bob Decker's big cock. At the same time, she wondered just where the Great Dane was now.