The thought almost made her laugh. She'd become the butt of every obscene joke in the neighborhood, her daughter running into corners to hide from the shame. No, no, she couldn't let that happen.
Joyce couldn't think straight. She needed a drink. Yes, a drink would help. Lately she'd been having one or two too many, perhaps. But then she'd been under terrible pressure… what with her suppressed sexuality and all. Her fingers trembling on the doorknob, the woman opened the door and stepped out into the hall. No, Rex wasn't there. Feeling herself calming down somewhat Joyce, tiptoed down the hall and peeked into her bedroom. Rex was gone! She grabbed the silken robe that hung behind her door, slipped it over her shoulders and tied the belt tightly around her waist. When she descended the stairs and walked into the kitchen she saw Rex sitting in a corner, half curled up, licking himself. He was lapping at that strange, odd, red doggie cock of his. Joyce shuddered, hurriedly poured some vodka from one of the several bottles standing next to the refrigerator, then left and walked into the livingroom.
He's got to leave me alone, she thought to herself, wondering if she should call the pound or something. No, Debbie was crazy about the animal and she'd ask too many questions Joyce wouldn't be able to answer adequately.
Leaning against the sofa the woman gulped down the strong liquor. Her thighs still had the that warm glow Rex had given her with his hungry mouth. She didn't know any more what was right and wrong. Of course the neighbors and her daughter would brand her as a pervert. But the sky hadn't fallen in, lightning hadn't shot in through her window, slicing her and the dog in two. And it had felt so good, so damned good!