Chapter 4

The restaurant was almost empty that night, which was just as well as far as we were concerned.

Vic and I wanted privacy, and we had an exquisite view of the ocean and the moon that shone high overhead.

We had several cocktails, then a leisurely meal, after which we got into Vic's Cadillac and he drove me back to my place.

As I turned on the living room light, I couldn't help but let out a scream.

"My God, what the hell has happened to this place?" I asked in dumbfounded amazement.

Vic entered just a few steps behind me, and as his eyes darted quickly around the room, surveying the wreckage, he stood there in disbelief for a moment.

"Somebody has broken in here," he said, it's like a cyclone hit this place."

I looked around and observed that some of my most precious belongings had vanished, including some jewelry that Vic had bought for me.

"Damn it to hell," Vic exploded. "I know how much that jewelry meant to you. And it meant a hell of a lot to me, too. This damned crime problem. It seems like you're not safe anywhere. And this is a low-crime area around here. Damned, that really burns the hell out of me."

"I guess we'd better call the police."

"I know, baby. You'd better handle it. You know how it is. I wouldn't want to be included in the report. What with me being married and all. That could set off a real time bomb."

"I understand, darling."

"I'll tell you what. I'll give you a call later tonight. Then I'll come on back here after you've talked to the police. And keep your doors locked in the meantime~ Understand?"

"Don't worry."

Vic leaned over and kissed my lips, after which he walked quickly toward the door. He had a troubled expression on his face.

I described all the missing items to the police, then poured myself a strong shot of gin after they left.

I got a call from Vic, who said be was coming right over.

"I've been thinking about your problem," he said. "I think I've done something about it."

"My problem?" I asked with surprise.

"Yeah, this crime problem. If it happens once, it can happen again. So I've taken precautions."

"Have you? What did you do, buy me a gun?"

"I'll talk to you later."

He hung up the telephone. About an hour later, he arrived.

I was astonished as he walked inside the house with a tall, prancing Great Dane. The dog has such an intelligent expression on his face, that I almost expected him to start talking at any moment. His intelligent eyes darted alertly around the room as he took in every aspect of the place.

"What's the dog all around?" I laughed. "You have a new pet?"

"This is your new pet," Vic said. "I got to thinking, and decided that you needed a dog to watch out for you. And for your belongings when you're away. There are a few girls at the office who've done the same thing. They live in higher crime areas. But since you've been hit once, it can happen again. With this sturdy fellow around, you'll be protected. He's a pedigreed. I thought of that. He's as sharp as a tack."

"He does look very intelligent," I laughed, "But I don't think I need a dog."

"I think you do, baby. Besides, you wouldn't want to turn this nice fellow away, would you?"

I've got to admit that the longer the dog looked at me, the greater the degree of difficulty became for me to reject him.

We liked each other right off. His alert eyes were focused squarely in my direction, and as he pranced toward me, he jumped up against me.

"You see, you've got a nice new friend," Vic laughed. "Believe me, darling. It'll make you feel much better. That's what the girls at the office told me. They said they feel so comfortable now what with a dog in the house."

"Maybe you're right. I don't know. He is an awfully friendly fellow."

"He's quite a pal."

"I guess that's as good a name for him as any," I said. "Maybe I'll call him Pal. How does that strike you, Vic?"

"You know, I couldn't come up with a better name myself," Vic nodded.

"He does seem so very nice."

"Take care of him in good health, baby. I've got to be going now. I'm awfully sorry about the jewelry. I feel crushed."

"You and me both, darling."

"We've just got to hang in there."

He delivered a tender kiss to my cheek, after which he left.

As Vic drove off, I had an opportunity to get better acquainted with Pal.

He was as friendly as he could be. He wanted to do everything he could to get acquainted. He jumped up against me several times, begging for me to pet him.

"All right, young man, I'll pet you," I laughed.

The more that I petted Pal, the more accustomed he became to the attention. I could see that I had a very bright dog on my hands. As a matter of fact, I couldn't help but think that he was in many ways more like a human being than a dog, particularly in the manner in which he would alertly observe everything that was happening.

In order to try and get my mind off the tragedy that had occurred, I watched a motion picture on television. I kept sipping gin as I watched it, and my friend Pal snuggled up next to me on the sofa.

He felt warm and pretty soon I started thinking about what Vic had said. He had told me about the girls he knew, commenting on how good it felt having a dog around them.

I began to feel protected. Pal provided a good deal of consolation as he lay there stretched out next to me while I watched the movie. Every now and then he would look up to me, seeking some attention. At that point I would pet him, and his tail would wag.

"You're quite a flirtatious Great Dane," I looked at him and smiled.

He responded to my comment by wagging his tail, letting me know once more just how much he thought of me.

When the movie ended and I shut off the television set, Pal wanted some more attention. I found myself leaning forward and hugging him. After I finished doing so, I wondered if I was going out of my head or something. I had not intended on getting that intimate with the dog. But, then again, I guess there wasn't really all that much wrong with hugging him, I thought to myself.

I went to bed. It took me a little while to get to sleep, thinking about all that had happened that day, but when I did I slept soundly.

The next thing I knew, it was morning, and who should have awakened me but my friend Pal.

He had crept into the bedroom after pushing with his paw and opening the door, which had been just barely shut. He jumped up on the bed, then began to lick my face.

"Oh, Pal, are you ever a joy," I laughed.

I could see that he could express himself with great intensity. The longer that he kept licking my face, the more impressed I became.

Pretty soon, I discovered that I could feel an intensity of my own. I observed white heat building between my legs.

I wondered just what was happening to me. I knew I had to be some kind of nut to be feeling that way around a dog.

I kept trying to tell myself that in the back of my mind I was thinking of Vic, and that my feelings of passion had nothing to do with the canine who was licking me.

"Now stop it," I finally began laughing. "You've done enough, my dear. Just how much excitement do you want to give me?"

Pal stopped licking, but he looked at me with such a pathetic expression that I knew I had to console him. I had spoken in a harsh enough tone to where he thought that I was bawling him out.

I reached out and began petting him, which caused him to look up at me with contentment. He was happy that I was not angry and was showing him some warmth.

I'll never forget the weird chemistry that started taking place between me and Pal.

As I lay there in my panties and bra, I could see him come alive. At first he was just engaging in manifestations of affection, but pretty soon it became apparent that he was progressing beyond that stage. He wanted to demonstrate to me just how much he thought of me.

As I lay there, his nose began to come alive. It moved downward toward my mound.

"Honey, what are you doing?" I asked as he began sniffing around my pussy.