The dog was in the corner licking himself. It was so quiet. I wanted it too but obviously not in front of my neighbor. “Would you like to see one?” Jim asked and reached for one that was full of pictures of women in various poses. He had started something and I didn’t want his fingers gone. It was very wrong. We were both moaning. It was so quiet. You know I won’t tell.” Varda looked at the dog, looked at me; I knew my cheeks were crimson from the scene, the licking, being watched. I wondered if he knew the fire he lit in me. She could see the soft down of my minge, and my naked cunny, words she had taught me. “He seems to like you,” Jim said. “You’re sure he didn’t bother you?” Jim wouldn’t let the subject go and I began to wonder. Doggie and I became best friends. You know I won’t tell.” Varda looked at the dog, looked at me; I knew my cheeks were crimson from the scene, the
