But lately even that hadn't done her much good. In a while, the ache was back, the desire to have something touching her, something beside herself. She needed a man on top of her, holding her, making love to her! Thinking of things like that now only made matters worse.

Rising from her chair, Janet steadied herself, brushing back her long hair and staring at her image in the full-length hall mirror. Yes, she was still an attractive woman. Standing a bit on her toes, she twisted to the left, arching her back a bit to push out her full bustline. Janet could understand why men stopped and looked at her. Her classic facial features, her long neck, her high-riding thirty-seven inch tits, her firm, supple thighs and her long legs were certainly things to make a man's dick press up against his trousers.

Janet's smile faded. She saw her flushed face, revealing the lust simmering beneath that apparently calm surface. What was the good of all her attractive features? Who was going to see her tonight, who would appreciate her looks? Her daughter? Her niece? Janet laughed bitterly, folding her arms tightly over her tits and starting to pace the living room. There would be no one tonight.

Janet had just about decided to leave the house when she saw Bodego, her pet Airedale standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Oh, Bodego, did I forget to feed you?"

She unfolded her arms, smiling at the dog. He was her only friend, the only thing other than her daughter in the world that loved her. He wagged his stubby tail back and forth, his long sloppy pink tongue hanging from one corner of his mouth. She reached down and ran her fingers through his stiff, wooly, curly fur. Janet had purchased him as a puppy years ago when the crime rate in Los Angeles had started to rise. Since then he'd been an invaluable pet to her, warning of intruders, and in general providing some of the love and affection she had so desperately needed lately.