"The other dogs smelled me, too, and they snuffled around in their runs and houses and barked some, too. But Bo had a special voice. I could tell his call every time."

"I let myself into his run and locked the gate. He seemed to sense this was different than during the day when Dad or someone else was around and he had to behave."

"He pranced around me, whining eagerly, smelling me, his nose sort of flexing and wet in the dark, his paws making patterings on the hard-packed earth."

"I said, 'Hi, Bo. Your mommy's here.' I knelt down on the ground and took his long, muscular neck in my arms. I kissed his sleek head and whispered in his ear."

"He started trembling in my arms and rolled his eyes and his rump started to wriggle and bob up and down."

"'Ohhh, does April's Boy have a yen?' He was whining loudly. I stroked his back and side and slid my hand down under to his upcurving belly and back to his loins."

"It was out, all right. The minute he felt the touch of my fingers he started jabbing the air."

"I took my hand away. 'Don't you want to lick my breasts, Bo?' I opened my robe and exposed my breasts. I took his head in my hands and guided him."

"He snuffled at my breasts and then his tongue fell out of his mouth and slurped up over my left breast."

"It sent shivers through me. I petted him. I cupped my left breast and offered it to him again. He licked it again. My nipple felt like a Fourth of July sparkler! 'Oh, good boy, good boy…'"

"He got the idea I liked it. He kept on licking with that long, warm, groovy tongue."

"I leaned back to make it easier for him to lick, and then I was flat on my back on the ground and he was standing over me, his long neck reaching down to me, his tongue slurping over my naked breasts, leaving a trail of saliva all over and I just let him lick me where he wanted."

"I was in a kind of dizzy spell. I was sort of paralyzed. I couldn't seem to move."