"About time," Reagan said good-humoredly as he got to his feet and stretched mightily, his joints cracking. "Make me another drink and bring it into the bathroom, okay?" He walked regally toward the hall, heading for the bathroom, and cruelly pinched one of Mae's breasts as he went by. Her face turned red with rage and hatred behind his back, and she found herself wishing she had put acid in the bath water. The seething young girl went back to the bar and mixed her uncle another drink. It took her a moment to get herself enough under control so that she would be able to take it to him without throwing it in his face.
As Mae's footsteps faded away down the hall, Hector found himself alone and, for the first time in his life, he began to think of disobeying his master. The big dog got up and paced nervously around the empty room, his nails clicking sharply against the hardwood, vaguely aware of an irritable burning in his unfulfilled hairy loins that fired his natural instincts and impelled his animal thoughts across the street to the female he remembered lying nakedly on the bed. He looked up quickly, guilt flooding his eyes as he heard someone come back in the room, but it was only Mae.
"Hello, beautiful," Mae crooned softly as she came up to the animal she loved so much. It was not often she had the chance to be alone with him, so she knelt down and put her arms around Hector's powerful neck and kissed him lovingly on the head. Hector's tongue shot out and licked Mae's face in response, his big heart overflowing with love. He had mated with Mae many times at Reagan's orders and might naturally have been expected to transfer his yearnings to her, but his mind was now on a single track. He wanted to finish what he had started with the soft sweet-smelling human female across the street so he moved away from Mae and headed for the front door.
"What is it, baby?" Mae asked in surprise. She got to her feet and followed the restless German shepherd into the entrance hall. He turned his handsome head pleadingly toward her and then scratched at the door with one paw, whining for attention at the same time.
"You want out?" Mae asked in surprise. This was the first time she had ever seen Hector want to leave the house without Reagan. "No, no, baby, that sonofabitch master of yours wouldn't like it if you went out alone." Her words only made the dog scratch harder at the door and whine more pleadingly. Mae was about to order him back into the living room when she became curious. Just why did he want out anyhow? On an impulse she suddenly opened the front door and without hesitation Hector pranced quickly outside and headed across the street, not looking back once.
Mae closed the front door and went to the window, the same one from which Reagan had been watching the innocent young bride just yesterday morning. She watched as Hector went up to the front door of the Andersens' house and began scratching furiously at the wooden panel. It looked for some time as if no one was going to answer, but then she saw the door swing open. Jill Andersen was standing inside, wrapped tightly in a housecoat. The young housewife looked down in surprise when she saw the big dog and seemed to hesitate a moment, but she finally stepped aside to let the animal in and closed the door behind him.
Mae sucked in a deep breath and bit her lip anger, fear, jealousy, and love all battling to take possession of her. She could hear her uncle humming to himself contentedly in the bathroom, and a thoughtful look came into her eyes. He would be out of the way for some time so she let the curtain fall back into place and headed for the front door herself. In a moment she was outside, heading for the house across the street.
"Well, uh… hello Mr. Hector," Jill said lamely as she looked down at the big dog standing in front of her. "Very nice of you to come over and see me. I'm sorry that I'm not better dressed…" She let her voice fade away, tired of the game she was playing. The lovely young blonde reached out a cautious hand and petted the huge animal experimentally on the head. Immediately he moved closer to her, standing on his hind legs, his front paws on her breast and before she realized his intention his warm moist tongue quickly darted out to brush hotly against her lips. In a natural reaction Jill drew back, surprised but not repelled, the loving wet contact sending deeply into the wide brown eyes, taking his handsome head between her hands. He had kissed her and he knew it!
Jill couldn't move and again the dog kissed her, and then he whimpered, an almost pleading sound. The young blonde jumped back, in shocked awareness that she had come within an inch of returning the animal's kiss! Damn, what was the matter with her, she thought wildly and again the dog whined, sensing the heat kindling in her belly and loins.
"Oh, Hector… Hector… what am I going to do with you?" the shaken young wife asked in bewilderment, but she was not fooling herself. What had she been doing when she let the dog in anyhow? And wasn't it her memories of that big hot tongue that had helped her to decide to open the door? Christ, she was about to explode inside; she couldn't think. What she needed was a drink before completely losing her wits!
Hector watched the young woman's every trembling move as she headed for the bar, never straying too far from her side, his stimulated senses picking up her want and need. He could smell the piquant aroma of fluid heat from her human beauty just as he had tasted it on her mouth. He wanted to move towards her but the big animal was confused, always accustomed to having his master give him the orders when it was time to mate with humans.
Jill refused to sit down and he stalked her like a shadow, sometimes getting close enough to brush against her, but she would slip away. Many times she refilled her glass and drained it, her soft warm body quivering when he crowded against her. She began to speak to him in a gentle crooning voice and her female sexual aura grew stronger and stronger until he knew a powerful throbbing in his heated flanks. And then finally she sat down, drawing his eager head into her lap so that the hot spicy fragrance rising from up between her warm resilient legs saturated his trained animal in senses.
"Oh, you rotten seducer," Jill moaned, cradling the big head. He almost seemed more than a dog, there was something so almost elegantly human about his maleness! He enchanted her and she knew why… rank lust gleamed in his rounded animal eyes!
"You want to make an animal out of me too, don't you? You want to finish what you started this morning… and… and God help me, so do I!" The young housewife's brain swam from the liquor, but her sensual excitement burned on undiminished. Oh, God, nothing could lessen that… only to have a male bring her to completion. And the only male present was…
Jill twisted in her seat, absolutely aflame with desire, a total seething wetness between her legs. And worst of all she knew Hector sensed it and was merely waiting…
"Oooooohhh…" she moaned aloud, once more pushing the dog away and getting to her feet. She needed another drink and she walked unsteadily to the bar.
"Would you like a drink, Mr. Hector," she asked with an insane little giggle. "What's that? You don't drink? Oh, what a shame," she continued. "But perhaps you would like to come into the bedroom and let me show you my etchings… Mr. Hector…" Her voice died away on a strangled note and the tortured young blonde walked swiftly towards the bedroom, not even looking downwards at the dog who followed anxiously on her heels.
The huge German shepherd instinctively discerned the pretty young blonde woman's anxiety, but then he too was unsettled, not knowing what he was supposed to do. He followed her into the bedroom and sat on his haunches watching her as she feverishly began to strip away her clothing. She had stopped speaking to him, and she made herself naked before him as if he did not exist until the radiant whiteness of her human female body was completely exposed, the rounded lush curves causing the big animal to wait with pantingly open jaws. He saw in her female beauty all the hidden secrets he had come to know with the others, and his trained eyes riveted on the sparse golden triangle partially hiding that hot little crevice he remembered from earlier in the day.