KCS-1201 The Hungry Pet by Author Unknown


Chapter 1


Beyond the high, pumic-stone wall and below the steep cliff-side, the 
surf roared in great sweeps of white foam against the rocky shore-line, 
the blue waters of the Pacific sparkling like a sea of priceless gems 
beneath the brilliant California sky. On an inflated rubber raft, bound 
by the azure-colored tiles of her heart-shaped swimming pool, the 
curvaceous blonde girl with the long shapely legs, though aware the 
view was all there gave it little thought. As always, it was the 
soothing sound of the pounding surf and not the sight which 
tranquilized her. In fact, the vast ocean in its incessant anger 
actually upset her, but then, it wouldn't take much to do that this 
bitchy midday, she irately thought.

Idly floating atop the breeze-stirring, crystal clear water, Eve Novak 
lay stretched out on her back, wide-brim hat shading her half-closed 
green eyes, a cooler glass filled with ice, gin and tonic resting wetly 
against the satiny skin of her sun-tinted, flattened belly. From 
beneath the brim, she could look down between the rounded white mounds 
of her naked breasts, following the sleek, symmetrical lines of the 
sexy, tanned legs to her tiny feet with their daintily pedicured, 
clear-polished nails where the sun reflected in scintillating glimmers. 
These she concentrated on for a few wasteful moments in an effort to 
escape the fuming bitterness the young boy had left with her when he 
had just up and walked out some hour or so before.

Goddamn him, anyway! She hoped to hell the cops busted him, the 
ungrateful, hair-faced junkie! And they would sooner or later, no doubt 
about that, but it wouldn't mean a damn thing. Just another check-mark 
on his already worthless existence. Hadn't he admitted to her at least 
a half-dozen prior arrests for everything from pushing drugs to rape 
and armed robbery? Ooohhh! The filthy bastard, accepting her luxuriant 
bed and food, the likes of which he'd never even remotely dreamed of, 
reveling in it, and, her naked body for three days and nights, then 
having the gall to casually tell her she bored him! God, every time she 
thought about it, she could just scream out in rage!

What was even more exasperating to her than all else was the fact that 
she did feel his loss ... that she'd actually been hurt and had begged 
him not to leave ... and that he'd merely stood there by the door 
grinning at her, his handsome, young white teeth gleaming through the 
thick, heavy beard she had pampered and groomed for him, his lack of 
feeling for her as obvious in his hardened eyes as the untold number of 
men she had walked out on had probably seen in her own!

"Lady, you're a drag ... know what I mean?" he'd droned with absolutely 
no inflection in his twenty year old tone. His young, hazel eyes were 
cold and empty, dilating from the fix he had shot into himself not 
twenty-minutes before in her bathroom, a poke of stuff she had bought 
for him the previous night from a known pusher in Monterey. "Fuck and 
suck and fuck again, that's all that clogs your pretty warped head. 
Hasn't anyone ever told you that cunt of yours is for pissing, too?"


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