Chapter 11

Jeff pulled into his driveway and sat in the car for a minute, sighing. It had been a tough week and he had been away most of the time, flying to New York and Chicago and St. Louis, kicking off a new fund-raising campaign. Since he had gotten his new job, life had been hectic but more fun than he had ever imagined life could be.

And it was the weekend and it was nice to be home, to their new home. He was eager to get inside, see Anne, have a drink and then maybe a dip in their pool. And, after that, well, Anne always had an interesting night lined up. Hell, he thought with a grin, it's nice to look forward to a weekend.

He swung into the house whistling. Anne came running and threw her arms around him. "Hiya, slugger!" she called.

He hugged and kissed her and threw his coat off, backing off to look at her. Anne was wearing a pair of tight leather pants that were cut low on her waist, baring her midriff and tantalizing navel. The top was made mostly of fringe and she wasn't wearing a bra and he caught glimpses of her breasts and nipples underneath. She stood grinning at him, thrusting a hip out. "Like it?"

"Far out. You gonna wear that out in public?"

She twitched her buttocks and looked at him through long eyelashes. "Only at intimate gatherings."

They laughed together and she mixed him a drink as he told her of his trip. She served him his drink, lit a cigarette for him and handed it to him along with the mail. "Mostly bills," she said, sitting down next to him, one breast peeking through the fringe. "Some business letters. I arranged them in order of importance." "Good girl."

"And," she smiled coyly, "we got some answers to our ad."

Jeff laughed. "I suppose they're right on top."

"Where else? One of them is very interesting.

Jeff opened the letter and read it. "Interesting. The wife, Sheila, likes to be tied up. All kinds of possibilities thereand the husband likes to watch. Let's see what they look like." He held up a glossy color picture of a young attractive couple in a bedroom, both of them naked. "Hmm. You know, honey, I think we ought to get to meet this couple. Why don't you invite them over?"

Anne gave a lewd smile. "I already have."

"You bitch!" he laughed, slapping her on the thigh.

"Mmmmm, do that again."

"When are they coming?"

"Tonight, for a drink."

"Christ, I'm hot already!"

"So am I. I've been horny all day. Honey," Anne said in her most charming imploring way, cuddling up to him, "I've been thinking. I've got a birthday coming up and I want you to get me something?"

"What? Name it," he said, kissing her.

"I want a dog. A male. A big one. A German police dog."

Jeff laughed hard and pushed her away. "All right! Okay! I bet you're going to tell me that you're frightened when you're alone and you want the dog for protection."

Anne put on her prettiest pout. "That's right," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "After all, Carol has one." "Okay, but I'll be damned if I'm going to be jealous of a dog!"

Anne put her arms around his neck and kissed him, her breasts burning against his chest. "You'll never have to be, darling. I'll take good care of him."