
Oh, no, I can't let it happen, she thought, standing upright with the sheet still in her hand. It would be wrong… Of course it's wrong… I don't know what made me think I could do it… with a dog… or a man, or anyone! God, what would Daddy think if he knew the things that are going through my mind?
The guilt-ridden young teenager looked sadly at the eagerly trembling young dog who was waiting patiently by the bed. She looked through the archway into the dining room, where her Western Civ book was still open on the dinette table, and she glanced at the TV, where the dog show was just ending.
"I-I'm sorry, Kaiser," she whispered in a throaty voice. "I guess I just got carried away…" She started to remake the bed, slowly, reluctantly pulling the smooth satin sheets and quilted satin coverlet back up over the mattress. But a wet, cold pressure against the backs of her firm tan thighs halted her careful deliberate motions.
"Kaiser!" Jackie exclaimed in frustrated exasperation. "I said, 'No!'" But when she whirled around to see the big, innocent brown eyes of the young German Shepherd staring pleadingly up into her own, the beautiful blonde immediately softened, bending down to run her hand along the puppy's smooth, strong back. "Oh, I'm sorry, boy… I just don't know what to do!"
