And it would be even better if the youth was hung like her father, too. For while she was a decent and well-brought-up girl, the fact remained that several times while she was growing up she had glimpsed her father's genitals and the sight had remained imprinted in her mind with a force all its own. She knew from vague things she had heard among other girls at school and elsewhere that large organs in a man were supposed to make him sexually exciting for a girl.

Indeed, she had even caught herself dreaming at night occasionally of what she had glimpsed on those rare occasions when she had caught sight of her father's penis, rather thick and hanging down between his legs like a large, dangerous sword as he lathered himself to shave in the bathroom, or casually entered the bathtub. And then, of course, she couldn't help but wonder…

There was a soft mewling from outside the back door, and Karen abruptly remembered the big German shepherd her mother had given the food to. Corresponding with her vaguely illicit thoughts regarding her father, she found herself then wondering about this dog as well.

Just how were dogs "hung" anyway? So far as she had ever noticed, they didn't seem to have their penises hanging around loose the way men did. Surely they couldn't have very much, then, the way it was all so hidden.

There was the mewling and scratching again. "Now, what the hell is that?" Howard asked crossly, banging down his newspaper.

Georgia got up and went to the back door. "Oh, it's just an old dog that came to the door, dear. I gave him something to eat." She opened the two doors and looked down at the husky, panting animal. My, she thought, he is a brute, isn't he?

"Looks like he's still hungry, Mother," said Karen.

"I'll take care of it, dear." Georgia went back to the refrigerator and unhesitatingly took out the pound of ground meat she had been saving for lunch, putting it on a nice plate for their handsome shaggy guest.