RWS-209 The Neighbor's Pet by Suzanne Mellows


Chapter 1


A descriptive paragraph she had typed onto final draft the day before 
from her husband's current masterpiece raced sensually through Beth Ann 
Durke's young mind as she watched her handsome neighbor leave his 
expensive home across Tasman Drive and walk with a smooth, athletic 
grace toward his three-car garage. Mmmm, he did! He literally radiated 
virility! What had Jay entitled the book? HER LUSTY NEIGHBOR? Yes, that 
was it ... and very fitting, or so it would seem. She remembered the 
exact passage:


He was tall, broad-shouldered and handsome, the possessor of a wealthy 
crop of black hair which was worn in fashionable masculine shagginess 
to the nape of his neck. Only slight tinges of grey brushed his 
temples; flecks of a similar color floated about in his lecherous dark 
eyes. Neighborhood wives, the promiscuous young girls who worked for 
him, in fact, women in general who happened to lay eye on him, couldn't 
help but secretly ask themselves the same erotic question. With such a 
handsome face and built, could he possibly be as good in bed as he 
physically suggested? In fact, just how big and enduring was it ... 
that unknown quantity he had to be superbly endowed with?


Yes, the intrigued, blonde wife lustfully imagined as she stood behind 
the front room drapes admiring Stan Wilson, he just had to be 
masterfully blessed with a large penis. She watched him back the black 
Continental from the garage, then saw his vivacious Sara come running 
from the house in a smart looking wrapper and matching gold slippers to 
bestow a day-lasting kiss on him through the lowered car window. With 
what Beth had come to regard as almost a neighborhood tradition, Sara 
Wilson carried on a simpering flourish of bye-byes and dainty swipes at 
her long, coal-black hair, then demurely clutched at the expanded bosom 
of her attractive robe until he was into the street and gone.

Undoubtedly, she'd bought the morning wrap in Los Angeles, Beth 
reasoned with envy. Certainly, there wasn't anything that chic in San 
Arbella, to say nothing of the Edgemont Heights shopping center! She 
tasted from her cup, letting her thoughts return to the male reason for 
her secret excitement as she moved from the window toward the kitchen. 
Again, she glanced down at the provocative ensemble she'd chosen for 
her intended role of seduction, trying to recall the reflection that 
her vanity mirror had offered.


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