And now he sensed certain familiar feelings emanating from this pretty blonde young woman, feelings that set his own heart to beating faster. His former mistress had been so busy this morning, and in such a peculiar state of upset emotion, that they hadn't done anything, which gave Rex a vague feeling of slighted uneasiness. But now there was this new pretty woman. He watched her with unflinching, devoted eyes, instinctively knowing that she had a problem that he could help solve…

But Jan had managed to calm down somewhat, and her state was not near as frenetic as it had been. Now, as she wiped off the kitchen sink, it occurred to her that she really had been too hard on Steve. He was a good husband, after all, and it really wasn't necessary for decent girls to have orgasms the way men did. She couldn't very well blame him. He was probably normal for all that.

Not that she had any standards to judge by, as her husband had been the first and only man for her to experience sexual intercourse with…

A soft whine from Rex behind her interrupted the pony tailed blonde from pursuing this stream of thought. She turned, smiling now, and looked down at the big handsome animal Marge Levitt had parked with her. He was such a lovely beast that her former disgruntlement at being saddled with him abruptly evaporated, and she got down on her haunches and took his warm, soft muzzle into her hands, looking deeply into the animal's big eyes.

"What is it, Rex? Getting hungry? Or thirsty?"

That was it, she thought. Had to set some food out for him. And she needed another small drink of whiskey to calm her down some more, as well. She wanted to be cheery when her folks arrived.