Reagan looked down unbelievingly as he saw his hold over the naked young couple disappear.
"Why… you… bitch!" he ground out from between clenched teeth and leaping forward he caught his niece by the shoulder and drew his huge fist back to smash her in the face.
But he never made it!
A streak of dark fur launched itself through the air and savage fangs clamped shut around Reagan's upraised arm while infuriated growls filled the room. Hector had had enough. Something had finally snapped in the huge animal's mind as he saw his brutal master about to attack the female he had mounted so many times… his mate!
"God…!" Reagan howled in pain. "Get this animal off of me! Help, help!" Then he was screaming in terror as Hector's teeth tore at his shoulders, and the fear-crazed man tried to protect his throat from the vicious attack, knowing his life would be lost if the animal ever succeeded in breaking through the protective circle of his arms.
"Back, back!" Mae shouted as she tugged at Hector's collar and little by little she forced the embittered animal back. Finally Hector quieted under her commands and stood facing Reagan threateningly, his hackles still raised and fierce growls coming from deep in his chest.
"The only reason I didn't let him kill you," Mae told the shattered Reagan, "is that I didn't want the dog to be destroyed. But I'll tell you this, you dirty bastard, if I ever see you around here again, I'll sic the dog on you and help him myself. I want you out of my house! Now! Today! And I want you to leave everything there that you can't carry with you!"
Reagan said nothing in return but only stood there clutching his bleeding arms and shoulders, an uncomprehending look on his face as if to ask, "Could this be happening to me?"
"And one more thing," Mae continued. "If you should ever get any funny ideas about getting back at me, don't forget that I know all the rotten things you've done over the last ten years – enough to get you locked up for a long time. So get out of town! Don't even look back!"
The beautiful young woman motioned toward the door, looking for all the world like some kind of war Goddess as she reined in the huge dog with one hand, her eyes flaring fire. Reagan walked gingerly around her, one last spark of hate flaring in his eyes – and then he was gone.
"D-Do you think he'll stay away?" Jill asked timidly, looking like a big-eyed child as she stared admiringly up at her beautiful friend and lover.
"I think so," Mae said firmly. "He knows that I know some pretty bad… things… about him. Anyhow, he's lost his dog, and he's lost face. I think maybe he'll look for greener pastures."
"Well, anyhow," she added, her face softening. "I know it's been a hard day, but I wonder if I could ask you to put me and Hector up for the night, until my dear uncle has time to clear out."
It was Bob who spoke this time. "Sure," he said as he got to his feet, unashamedly standing before the beautiful young woman, his strong body naked before her gaze. "Stay the night, stay the week, stay a year. We owe you a lot." He smiled and reached out a hand to this woman that he had come to know so well. He knew that underneath her hard cold exterior she was just a soft tender wanting woman, a woman who craved love and gentleness, and he was ready to give that to her. No, that was wrong! Both he and his new found wife were ready to give this strange woman the love and security she needed. They would make a team, and when his own stamina failed, he knew he would get plenty of help from the huge German shepherd that now stood so docilely before them. He reached down to help his beautiful naked blonde wife to her feet and then all four of them moved together warmly, naturally. Bob reached down to pet the head of the dog.
"Thanks, Hector," he said.