LLP-290 The Neighborhood Pet by Jon Reskind

Published 1972 by Tiburon House Publishing Company, Inc.


Chapter 1


The sleek German shepherd stretched out his long sinewy body on the cool
of the kitchen's rubber-tiled flooring to watch the golden-haired young
wife move about her household duties with an air of feminine efficiency.
He chose a corner, his favorite vantage point, and a spot he had come to
consider as his own since his arrival at this new place. Though at first
it had been strange to him and he had sadly longed to be with his real
mistress, the warm affection shown him by the young woman and man had
soon won his fervent attachment.

What was even more exciting and new to him was the freedom he had here.
Before, he had been allowed outside only in the company of his mistress
and leashed, but here he could come and go as he felt the urge, freely
exploring the alleys and neighboring yards where other friendly young
wives gave him bones and sometimes even took him into their houses. Of
them all, though, it was this pretty, long golden-haired girl who
answered to the sound of Karen that he preferred to be with. She fed him
well and petted him often, making soft little cooing sounds that not
only pleased him but set his great heart to beating faster. It was the
lack of such attention this morning which gave the powerful animal his
feeling of slighted uneasiness, and he watched her with unflinching,
devoted eyes, instinctively knowing that all was not right with her ...

Actually, Karen Smith thought to herself, as she rinsed the dishes
before placing them in the dishwasher, she was being a little childish
about the whole thing. Steve wasn't wholly at fault this time. After
all, they had awakened later than usual and she should know after eight
months of marriage to him what a stickler he was for being on time at
the office. With only an hour for him to shower, shave, dress and eat
breakfast, then drive into L.A. proper, she'd been just a bit
unreasonable enticing him into making love to her. But after last
night's big let-down on his part, she'd popped her eyes open this
morning with the same sensual coals still smoldering inside her. Of
course, he'd had too much to drink the night before at the Keller's
dinner party ... or maybe not enough, she wasn't certain which, they
both did so little of it. But for some unusual reason, he'd been like a
damned rabbit in bed, just whipping right off and leaving her in the
middle of her passionate climb, dropping almost immediately off to
sleep, while she'd lain there beside him in excited arousal for over an
hour before she'd fitfully dozed off.

It was little wonder to the twenty-two year old, curvaceous blonde wife
that she'd awakened in no less an erotic tizzy than the sizzling state
which sleep had temporarily banked through the night. But to endure a
repeat fiasco within eight hours had been almost more than she could
bear! Only the fact that she knew he would be late for work if she made
an issue of it, had kept her from breaking right out in flustrated
tears! Like a propelled young athlete trying for some sort of an olympic
record, he'd raced his lengthy, swollen hardness in and out of the
heated, liquid sanctuary between her legs, quickly seeing to his own
needs, then hopped from the bed while she lay there panting!


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