Go away." She pointed to the corner of the pen, but he didn't move, he just licked her face. Her face felt so hot. And this simple task was taking for...ver. She returned to her work hastily.Then it happened again. Another of the dogs, Benjie, the other wolfhound, mounted her, his claws scratching her soft skin through her shirt. This time she rolled to her side and pushed him off, then got to her feet. "Geeze, you guys are frisky tonight," she said. Having worked in the Kennel most of her life. "You know this is a kangaroo court, don't you?" It may seem so, Brickland, but it is the only one we have. Everyone here is either elected or appointed by the Federal Government so it is legal. Also it is damned necessary given the crimes that have been committed by the individuals being charged. If you had come before a military tribunal, you would have been shot out of hand. Say no more to me about it."I passed on to the cell that held Bert Innes. "Mr. Innes, it is nearly the time to walk up. She gently patted the back of my head and urged me to sniff again and again. Whilst I did, she continued shaping my thinking. “What if everything in your life was just leading you to your true purpose: serving my feet. Without your career, you'd never have met me. So be proud of what you've achieved. That's the real reason you go to work every day now. That's your true responsibility; keeping my feet looking pretty. Don't forget that.”She was good, she knew exactly what to say. With the smell. “Apparently there is this craze of women bedding these fantasy creatures.”“What?” Steve drops his controller and takes the magazine from his fiancé, quickly skimming the article before handing it back.“Isn’t that incredible? How would you even find one of them.” Jan exclaimed while taking a mouthful of wine.“Umm,” Steve said picking his controller back up, “I guess you didn’t see our neighbours moving in?”Jan looks at him quizzically, “Yeah, two days ago, didn’t seem to bring much with them..