But Rex seemed to be friendly. Indeed, she couldn't even remember him barking. So he had to be safe. Generally he was quiet even when the postman came by. This was probably what led the wives in Barrington Hills to make such a fuss over him; he had a very sweet nature.

"No, I'm not going to be strict with you, Rex," she said in a sweet, sad voice, giving the handsome dog one last affectionate pat. "You've had too much of being tied up all the time. You're going to have a vacation with Aunt Jan."

Rex basked in the warm, melodious gentility of her voice. It was so full of kindness and love, he thought. His new mistress was wonderful. And beyond her voice, he sensed in his closeness against her a poignant scent not unfamiliar to him, a musky aroma which immediately inspired the trained responses inside his large, muscular body. It was the human mating odor… he had been so skillfully educated to recognize it, first in his early training, and then later on with his mistress it had come naturally. His tongue slavered wetly and he waited for the proper moment, especially eager to lavish his attention on his beloved new mistress who had his doggy heart beat so rapidly when she petted him, and his animal penis throb and tingle so sensuously in its furry sheath between his legs.

Jan's head was still a mixture of confused thoughts, partly sexual frustration, partly hausfraus-wifery that was all efficiency. She opened the refrigerator, saw the big lamb bone she was looking for – it was only left over from the roast anyway – and bent down to pick it up from its place in the dish…

Only to suddenly feel something cold and wet behind her insinuating itself up under her miniskirt and between her young tanned legs!