Chapter 2

Slowly, as she struggled for her climax, an unwelcomed sound penetrated Rhonda’s lust filled brain: a knocking at the back door ... persistent ... almost angry knocking. Now who in the hell could that be? Oh, just a couple more minutes and I would have cum, thought Rhonda aggravated by the intrusion.

Damn! she cursed under her breath, then quickly grasped her housecoat from the foot of the bed as she shivered maddeningly from the impassioned sensations still electrifying her loins. Who could it be?

“Rhonda ... oh, Rhonnndaa!” came the unmistakable throaty female voice of her neighbor, Marla Cushing.

“Damn it, Marla,” Rhonda thought dejectedly as she slipped into the robe, hurriedly buttoned it and then gave her hair several quick pats.

“Oh, there you are, honey,” the voice gushed as Rhonda approached the kitchen door with a forced calm that belied the inner turmoil she felt.

“I hope I didn’t get you away from the TV?” the thirty-five year old divorcee continued. Then, not waiting to be invited in, she opened the door, paused to let her German Shepherd enter first and then boldly stepped in herself.

“No, that’s all right. I was watching the convention and that’s always a bore,” she lied.

“That’s good. I hate to be an intrusion,” said the woman in a tone that clearly indicated that she really wasn’t. Her eyes traveled up and then down her neighbor’s scantily clad body. “I know you won’t mind ... you’ll have time by yourself now that Bob is gone...”

“Oh, yes...” thought Rhonda, wondering how her nosy neighbor happened to know that Bob had left for Minneapolis. But then information seemed to float to Marla’s ears from the wind.

“Would you do me a favor, dear?”

“Like what?”

“Taking care of Cesar here? You see,” she continued to gush excitedly, then smiled broadly at her own cleverness in handling the matter. “He’s really no trouble at all, but my brother-in-law and my sister are coming down and they’re bringing their Doberman along with them. Well, you can see right off that a Shepherd and Doberman will never be friends...” Her dark eyes darted upwards again,” ... it’ll only be until the weekend...” Her eyes dropped, quickly swept the room, then returned to Rhonda’s.

Rhonda remained motionless for a long moment, digesting the flow of words which over the months she had become accustomed to. Her eyes shifted from her shorts and halter clad neighbor to the dog who was still sitting at his owner’s feet. Finally, Rhonda lifted her glance again, studied those of the expectant woman, and said, “You take care of their dog, and I take care of yours, is that it?” It didn’t seem to make much sense, all this shuffling of pets, but then Marla was not one to accept a refusal.

“Okay,” Rhonda leaned back against the kitchen counter hands folded over her chest. “I know what to feed him,” she said looking at the mangy dog, unkempt and obviously in need of a bath. Other than that, he was a majestic, handsome animal, well-trained, despite the scatter-brained owner. Rhonda stepped forward to place a gentling hand on the other woman and began guiding her toward the door. “I’ll do my best...”

“Oh, I JUST knew you’d come through, dear,” Marla said happily as she stodgily allowed herself to be guided toward the door. “You’re so sweet, just so sweet...”

The door clicked behind her. “Thank you!” came the muffled voice of Marla, even through the closed door.

For several minutes, Rhonda stood silently, then smiled down at the handsome animal as she ambled toward her.