KCS-1209 Hero's Mistress by Johnny Fargo


Chapter 1


Young blonde Peggy Davis worried all the way into town on Saturday 
morning that this was a mistake. She knew it was Bob's idea and she 
always went along with whatever her husband told her, as he was the man 
of the house even when he was away on a cruise. She was not like some 
of those Navy wives she could mention who couldn't wait until their 
husbands were away at sea so that they could run things their own way 
again. Why, she knew women who had whole wardrobes, even wigs, that 
they never wore when their husbands were in port, only when they were 
away! She could never do something like that, not in a million years! 
She certainly could never look Bob in the eye again if she ever once 
did something that sneaky and conniving. But all the same, this seemed 
like sort of a mistake. Of course, if she had been like those other 
women, she could have just ignored her husband's letter and gone on 
about her business. Some of those girls could just stand there and lie 
with a straight face when the ships came in at the base in Norfolk, but 
not Peggy Davis! Bob said to get a watchdog for their house trailer and 
she was going to do it.

She supposed it was really her fault, telling him about that break-in 
over at Mildred Dupree's place. And that poor cocktail waitress that 
was attacked and raped going home from work early in the morning hours. 
Maybe if she hadn't been hard up for news to write him about she never 
would have mentioned those awful things, but she had, and now he was 
worried and wanted her to have a dog to protect her. Sure, she knew it 
was silly, but Bob said to look around for one and that was what she 
did.

For a while it looked like nothing was going to turn up and she had 
almost decided to give it up as a lost cause. Just one dog had been 
offered, a German shepherd. That was one of the kinds Bob suggested, 
but they wanted a hundred and fifty dollars for him. A hundred and 
fifty dollars for a dog! Why that was more than the monthly payment on 
their trailer! But then, she'd heard about this one this morning and 
the price was certainly right ... it was free if she wanted it!

Annie Dalton was an old friend of her mother's who worked as a 
volunteer at the Animal Home Shelter in town and Annie had been one of 
the first people Peggy went to see when she got Bob's letter but there 
wasn't a single dog in the shelter that came close to being the 
watchdog type and Peggy had given up on finding one that way when the 
postcard came from Annie. There was a beautiful male Doberman pinscher, 
she had said, whose owners had unfortunately been killed in an 
automobile accident on the interstate. One of the male volunteers had 
brought him in and initial reports were that he was extremely vicious 
so she had not thought of suggesting this one. But Annie herself had 
seen the dog, even took him out for a walk, and she reported that it 
must have been the shock of the accident that upset him for he had the 
temperament of a lamb -- with her anyway -- though he still did not 
seem to get along with any of the men who worked there. Apparently no 
one in the family up north wanted him so he was theirs to dispose of 
and it was this or ... well, Peggy didn't even want to think about that 
because she had always loved animals, any kind, big or small, since she 
was a tiny little girl on the farm. Oh, she hoped he would be friendly 
and like her! If she had to get a dog now even though their budget 
could scarcely afford another mouth to feed, she hoped it would be a 
nice animal. A nice happy companion to keep her company until Bob got 
home, that was all she asked!


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