And why, come to think of it, did she continue referring to "it" as a male? For all she knew, the dog might be female. She hadn't really glimpsed any sex equipment. Not that she was quite sure what to look for. She had seen a few dogs fornicating in public parks and other places in her life, but had never paid much attention. And as for dogs at rest, well, she supposed that the ones with pointy little furry protrusions under their bellies were male. Otherwise she couldn't remember much of anything.

But now her latent curiosity was aroused. It might pass an otherwise dull day to find out just what the dog sex situation was for sure, and Karen had suggested that she give the dog a bath, hadn't she? Or had Georgia thought of that originally by herself? Now she wasn't quite sure.

Like most people, male or female, Georgia had a natural lurid curiosity which she would be happy to satisfy if she weren't caught at it, a totally natural and deep-seated interest in all things obscene – just because they were forbidden.

And now she was alone in the house, with the rest of the family not due back for many hours, and that strange, powerful-looking animal waiting out back. Waiting for her? Because she had fed him, of course. Probably waiting for more food. Well, there was no harm in that. That was acting from the standpoint of normal self-interest.

But she would definitely have to do something about cleaning up the filthy animal. She had promised that she would – although it didn't occur to her to question just who she had made this promise to.

Her dark eyes blinked prettily as she stubbed out another cigarette and got up, drawing her housecoat tightly about her voluptuous form. Yes, she would take him upstairs and give the poor beast a bath. That would be the best way she could think of to pass the morning. And it would give her something to do as she continued to try to think out her problems with her husband.