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The Holiday Inn Express near the highway wasn’t as nice as the Marriott, but it had a bed and a clean bathroom. I cleaned my leg wounds with water and bandaged them again. They were small, but they were puffy, and hurt a lot. I accepted the pain as a fitting reward for my weakness and perversion.
As I drifted to sleep, I thought about the pretty lady of the house on Maple Drive. She seemed to love her husband, and despite the fact that she acted like a filthy whore, he seemed to love her, too. She was probably seducing him at that moment.
I never got past the foyer at the open house, but I could picture their bedroom easily enough. Their king sized bed was dressed with a pretty comforter and pillows, and the huge bathroom had a garden tub. The air was still steamy from the shower, and David sat on the bed, barely covered by an untied silk robe.
The pretty lady stalked out of the walk-in closet wearing pajamas from Hookers-R-Us that didn’t cover anything.
“What do you think?” she asks him, standing in the doorway with her arms up over her head.
“Mrs. Keaton! I think I’m going to need some extra help after class,” David says.
A whining noise comes from the other side of the closed bedroom door. Shirley must know what her masters are up to, and is trying to save them from their depravity.
“Shirley! Stop it!” David yells. “Shelia, don’t let her in.”
So that’s her name. Shelia.
Sheila opens the door, and David falls back on the bed, annoyed. Shirley spins around in a circle by the door, and runs back downstairs with a peculiar whine.
“She needs to go out, honey,” Shelia says. “Hurry. I promise I’ll make it worth your while when you come back up.”
I could practically sense Shirley’s anger at her master. Every dog wants a good master, not a depraved pervert. I pictured what might happen if Shirley realized her master was a bad man who wanted to hurt her.
David opens the sliding back door. “Come on, girl. Out you go.” But Shirley doesn’t go out. She growls at David, and lunges at him. Her teeth rip the skin on his hand, and then she runs out the back door, across the yard, and through a hole under the fence.
“Dammit!” David yells, “Shirley! Get back here!”
Shelia runs down the stairs to see what’s going on.
“David! You’re bleeding! What happened?” Shelia cries, grabbing a towel and wrapping it tight around his hand. She pulls the loose silk tie from around his waist and ties the cloth in place. She is still mostly naked, and now David’s blood is on her new pajamas.
I woke up from my dream and sat up in bed. Even though I was still dressed, my wicked part had a mind of its own. I pounded my fist into my groin as hard as I could. I saw stars from the pain, and curled into a fetal ball. I cried myself to sleep, and thankfully didn’t have any more dreams.