We headed along a few miles, the road followed the canyon for a mile or two then I turned on to the private road that went like almost straight up or so it felt right up to the top of the canyon side and on to where the land dropped away to the ocean in a series of near vertical cliff and on to cliff top chalet I had rented for the week, it was sort of private, you know? There were these grunting noises, I panicked, the bitch was doing something, I found she had locked the bathroom door, it needed three good kicks before it began to budge and then I had to get my shoulder against it and by the time I got it opened it she was drinking water from the washbasin. it scared her so much she dropped the towel! She scrabbled back up, “But!” she says and I slapped the other cheek and she went down and stayed down.
