I felt my cheeks flame beet red and then got the dread going as Master and Bill stepped off the porch and started across the yard toward me. Master ap...roached and scratched my head like a pet doggie and spoke.“Bill, this is my newest bitch. She is not purebred, so she won’t be bearing any litters for me. She is strictly for pet pleasure, but she has a bitchy streak I am going to need to train out of her.”Bill wasn’t a professional dog breeder like Master, but he spoke as if he knew what he was. ”Brock looked sheepish.“Well, I did promise I’d call,” he said. “But I don’t know your number. So...”Sam’s laughter filled the small room.“So you did your best to keep your word,” he said. “Here’s our phone number. You can go home and call her.”Brock did a double take before he realized Sam was joking.“She’s up in her room,” Sam said. “I’ll show you where it is. Oh, and we need to be on the road in about 45 minutes.”Brock started to tell Sam he knew where Merie’s room was but he thought better. ” She took the remainder the cake and put it at the far end of the table with a smile. “Would you like another piece?” They both chuckled at the innocent double entendre and then Grant shook his head. “No, but thank you.” “Then I hope you won’t mind if I take this to the waiting vultures out there.” Collette pointed to the door that she had just come through. “Not at all.” She smiled fetchingly over her shoulder on the way out and called “Here comes Carrie.” Carrie hurried through the door that. But she didn’t. She sat on the settee too, next to me. Oh God, I thought, I’m in trouble now. I could smell her perfume, sweet, musky, intoxicating. She must have been re-applying her makeup as well, because her lips were bright, scarlet almost, here eyeshadow accentuating the brown depths of her eyes. Shit, I thought, I’ve been staring at her for ages - I looked away, downwards , only to see that she had crossed her legs and her dress had a slit up to her thigh - exposing her graceful slim.