“Shall I go and get Yeltsin then, where is he?” I ventured, thinking of a partner, a gardener, someone in the dilapidate building. “Stupid man,�...� she spat, her head nodding not in agreement, but with the massive dog’s now frantic action. “He’s in doggy heaven, somewhere you’ll never get to - even the human version? Go away.”Shit! This was some nasty old bitch with a weird idea for dogs names. I looked scruffy I suppose, although the hiking boots, shorts, back pack and tee-shirt I wore were. She crossed her legs. The negligee rustled and parted, exposing most of her lush thigh.Wolf growled in his sleep. He had been dreaming about chasing rabbits, and was twitching slightly. But now his dream changed and he began to twitch a bit more, his black nostrils flaring, as the sweet, juicy scent of hot pussy overwhelmed his bestial senses. No rabbit was ever as tasty as pussy.Claire glanced at the dog. He presented a slight problem whenever she visited the farm. She couldn't take him with. It used to be once a day and several times on weekends. Now it was zero. Surely Cynthia would have noticed. But I kept on with the panic attack story and the visits to the shrink and she seemed to be buying it.Exactly three weeks from the last 'weekend cruise' she was getting ready to go. She passed me on the road and turned around to follow me back to the house. Not 'our home' any more. When we both turned into the driveway, she jumped out of her car and waited while I got Bear out of the. " I see. I suspect a random means of choosing between you would not be satisfactory." It's a school expedition, Professor," said Sarah persuasively. "It should be based on merit, not luck."Lucas pushed his chair back from the desk and sighed. "Well, it seems that we are at an impasse. I can think of now fair and efficient means of choosing between the two of you. I imagine that a peaceful negotiation between you is impossible?"Rachel shook her head. "We both want it," she said flatly."But I.