But Jackie thought there were times when the dog showed more than a slight intelligence, especially when her sister, Evelyn, was looking the other way. That was when he touched her with his nose, rubbing it against the soft spots behind her knees, licking her ankles and bringing a hot, itchy rush to her pussy. Then she had to close her eyes and push away that sensation with what seemed to be a physical effort. It left her panting – panting nearly as heavily as the animal stalking her through the house.

Jackie shook her head, closing her knees together while squeezing her ass-cheeks. It was nice, very, very nice, to feel that subtle, slick rub of one cunt-lip against the other as she rocked her thighs back and forth. A hot dew dotted her cunt-hairs. Maybe she should have a drink. Some Scotch might take away the need to have something – something or someone – touching her pussy.

Doug! That was the one and only thing he was good for. Whatever he was, her ex-husband was a super-pistol in the sack, always fucking her, always satisfying her in the most exotic of ways. Even now, the tall, firm-titted blonde had to admit Doug was a master in the ways of fucking. It was just all the other things – the unemployment, the infidelity with her best friend's daughter, all the other lines – that finally drove her from his side.

Now she was fine, away from the turmoil of her bad marriage. Alone, and lusting after her sister's large black and white German Shepherd. The bitter irony of all this made Jackie set her teeth firmly against each other, drawing in a deep breath and wishing her newly adopted family would come back from the theater soon. At least, with people around, Jackie was relatively certain Bodego wouldn't try anything.

"Oh!"

The sound! She knew all too well what that sound was! The light clatter of his claws against the kitchen floor, the skitter of his paws as he approached the living room.

Jackie tensed, her heartbeat increasing so much that she thought she would have a stroke. The attractive, trembling woman didn't want to turn, didn't want to face the doorway leading to the darkened corridor. She knew Bodego was standing there, watching her, wondering if she were ready to capitulate to him.