The main points of importance were that they were totally and rapturously in love with each other, that they were both sound and healthy, and that her twenty-five year husband's position as an insurance agent was secure and progressing beyond their fondest expectations. What young bride of eight months could ask for more than the beautiful new home they were buying in the enviable Oakmont Shadows development? Even their two-year old car was paid for, and in three more months, their furniture, would be entirely their own!

So, their sex life wasn't yet all that it might be, at least it was a hit and miss proposition, and when she wasn't left in one of these fired-up states she felt confident that in time…

A soft whine from the big German shepherd behind her interrupted the pony tailed blonde girl's stream of thoughts. She turned, smiling down at the handsome animal her Aunt Janie had asked her to look after while the vivacious older writer fulfilled a magazine assignment in London. Though she would have done it out of gratitude for this fiftyish, spritely woman who had raised her following the accidental death of her parents when she was twelve, she had truly welcomed the magnificent dog's company. Too many nights, Steve was obligated to meet with clients… the unfortunate plight of a successful insurance agent's life… and as well as the dog's company, Karen appreciated the protection in this new, outlying area the powerful animal afforded her.

"What is it, Satyr darling?" she softly cooed down at him in a tone she somehow had adopted especially for him. "Hungry, baby?" she continued, lovingly stroking the mighty dog's big, glossy-furred head. "You know, I think I'm beginning to understand why Aunt Janie gave you that devilish little name… it's the wicked, loveable gleam you too often get in those big brown eyes. To tell you the truth, young man, it sometimes appears to be bordering on salacity."