Peggy White breathed out heavily once more, her radiant smile showing itself for the first time since she'd frantically entered the apartment. She set her purse on the couch beside her and said, «I'm not going to refuse again, darling. God knows, I'll be safer in here with you tonight, and especially with Sultan, as you say, to protect us …»

The big German shepherd heard his name spoken a second time and raised his head to survey the two females. He studied them both for a long moment, noting that his mistress' face and eyes had taken on an unfamiliar laxness, while hers of the midnight hair were quickly beginning to appear the same. He listened to the soft sounds of their voices, then changed his position so that he could rest his head on the floor and watch them. The confusion which had tensed him at first was no longer in the room, the quiet sounds of their voices beginning to gently lull him toward sleep …

How or why Peggy had started talking about that side of her personal life, Carol wasn't sure, but she quickly found herself more than a little intrigued, as well as pitying the obviously passionate girl across from her. She listened intently to Peggy's intimate unburdening, as if she just had to confide the awful truth in someone.

«I-I have to be loved, Carol … physically … sexually loved,» Peggy whispered, her dark eyes reflecting her excitement in the mere talking about it. «And … and this is another form of Ed's brutality. Knowing how much and often I need it … he denies me … or at the very least, makes me beg him … sometimes on my knees … and I have to say it the dirtiest way possible … like … please fuck me, darling? Or, please shove your big cock up my hot cunt … or, let me suck it until it cums in my mouth?»