"Dottie, did somebody come in!?" he yelled, his head out from under the shower now.
"No, honey, just the paper boy, but I paid him and he's gone."
Oh my God, tomorrow's Sunday! I nearly forgot those extra papers for the Knotts Dairy account! "Dottie! See if you can catch him! I need three extra copies of tomorrow's paper! Hurry, it's important!"
He was already toweling himself dry when she returned – empty handed. "Sorry, but he's gone already. Is it really that important? Why can't you just pick up the papers tomorrow?"
Eddie was hurrying into his undershorts, his hair still wet and uncombed. "Because it's the Knotts account and I can't take that chance! Besides, I need them first thing so I can call on J. R. and go over the articles with him. There's supposed to be a bunch of material in tomorrow's home edition that we wrote. I can't take a chance on being able to find them tomorrow morning. And it might be nice not to have to get out of bed early and go running around looking for newspapers, agreed?"
Dottie cocked her head and looked at him enticingly. "Anything to keep you in bed, honey," she purred. "Want me to go see if I can find the paper boy?"
Eddie shook his head violently. "No, no, I don't want you out running around town half-naked when it's almost dark. Just find my shirt will you? You took it off me back there on the floor… I'll find him and be right back."
Peggy's tears had dried away while she slept, but she was still lying there naked in the semi-darkness on the empty double bed. Hero was at her side – she could hear him even if she couldn't see him from this position. Finally she raised her head and through her tears she could make out his massive form there on the floor, guarding the open bedroom doorway as if an enemy band was lurking just outside. She smiled when she saw him there, his welcome addition to her loneliness lessening the pain she might have felt if she had been completely by herself another night. She swung her legs off the bed and sat on the edge. Hero arose immediately when he saw his mistress was awake and safe and he came over to rub affectionately against her legs, finally settling his head on the edge of her thigh.
"So you're my big watchdog, huh?" she said softly in tones that he understood, and he was visibly excited and friendly. "I guess it's just you and me, ol' boy, so we'll have to make the best of it. You're missing your old owners and I'm missing my husband… pretty bad, eh? We're both in sorry shape I suppose, but we've got each other, right?" Peggy had lowered her face to his and was talking to him like one might talk to a baby in his crib, without expecting a reply, but warmly and lovingly just the same.
Before she had a chance to realize it, the whining Doberman had raised his head and darted out his warm moist tongue in a quick brush against her lips. In a natural reaction, Peggy drew her face away in surprise. But it was genuinely surprise that made her jerk away… she was not repelled by what he had done. In truth, the friendly wet contact of his tongue sent an unexpected sensation rippling through her naked loins. For a long moment, she stared deeply into his wide dark eyes, taking his handsome head between her small hands. He had kissed her like a human might and he knew what he had done! That devilish gleam in his eyes betrayed him! Slowly she leaned forward, holding his face lovingly, then nearly breathless, she parted her lushly moistened lips with her tiny tongue-tip and… he touched her again in another fiery caress! His long thick tongue brushed over hers again and there could be no doubt this time!
Peggy was paralyzed! If it had been a human lover who implanted that kiss on her mouth or embraced her tongue with his, she could never have felt it more intensely! Again he did it, until she realized that she was exchanging tiny fervent tongue-caresses with him and then he began to whimper, his animal-voice almost human in its passionate pleading!
My God, what am I doing?! She pushed the dog away, nearly leaping to her feet and she stared down in wide-eyed amazement into his guiltless black eyes. Again, there was a low whine from somewhere in his throat as if he had sensed the rapidly-fanned embers of smoldering passion that were rekindled easily in her dormant loins. "What on earth am I going to do with you, Hero?" the young, sexually-vibrant wife whispered in bewilderment… but she was not ashamed any longer! No, now she was as hot as a coal stove on a winter's night and she could feel the raging heat all over her naked body!
"Oh, damn, damn! I need a drink… something to steady my nerves and then maybe I can think straight again!" She grabbed her robe and hurried to the serving bar that separated the living room from the kitchen, fumbling in its drawered depths for that bottle of Canadian whiskey Bob left there. Peggy was never much of a drinker but she could manage a glass of rye with some Seven-Up and ice. The glass with the ice shook in her hand and made a strange bell-like tinkling sound until she poured in the Canadian and muffled the noise. Oh Bob, why must you always be away… why aren't you here tonight? Damn it, Bob darling, I just can't go on like this for month after month!
Hero watched her every trembling move, never straying very far from her side, his stimulated senses knowing fully from his past experience precisely what his female human's want and need was at this moment. The fragrant aroma that emanated from the fluid heat of her human loins filled his quivering nostrils and it was the same essence he had recognized when he tasted her mouth. But this was all new to him, the waiting… before, with his real mistress, she would call him to her to perform his special tricks almost immediately unless her human was around. But the waiting continued and his keen animal senses were aroused even more… he would not make the first move until he was ordered.
He stalked her relentlessly as she moved about the mobile home living room, sometimes getting close enough to brush against her flesh but then she would ease away and be gone again. Several times, he watched as she filled her drinking container with liquid from a bottle and emptied it down her throat. Her soft warm body still shivered perceptibly when he crowded against her and again and again he heard the softly melodious sounds of her friendly voice as she talked to him. The aura of female sexual smell grew stronger and stronger until he could sense an actual throbbing in his powerful sinewy flanks. And then, at long last, she sat down and he rested his head in her lap. Her hotly spiced fragrance seeped up from between her moist thighs and triggered his trained animal instincts!
"Baby, you are some kind of special dog!" Peggy whispered, stroking his great head cradled on her thigh. He was far more than a dog! There just had to be something human about his stunning male virility! Why, she had known few men with that special aura of maleness this animal possessed!
His round animal eyes were filled to overflowing with warmth and affection… but there was more! There was no mistaking it… there was pure savage lust there as well! "Oh, Hero, darling, I know what you're thinking… I'm thinking it too, but it's wrong! You're an animal and well, I'm not and… oh, lover, you know I want you to finish what you started!"
Although Peggy's mind was awash in the whiskey she had drunk, it had done nothing to ease the burning sensual excitement that flared like a magnesium torch inside her. Nothing could do that, she thought sinfully, except physical love… and Hero here was the only lover she possessed at the moment! God, she was in actual flames from her raging desire, a total seething wetness there between her slightly parted thighs… and Hero knew it! She could tell that he sensed her hunger and was only waiting!