The handsome husband took another sidelong look at the lovely olive-skinned beauty of Sally Dunn, her deeply wide-set dark eyes, straight brown hair a...d her straight attractive nose. Her trim dress fell in natural folds around her breasts, revealing the generous nature of them. The contours, softly rounding, made him wonder whether or not she was wearing a brassiere. The curve of her thigh was firm, her skirt stretching and straining to cover it but slightly. He followed the curves on down to. . . What have you . . . I mean, you haven't--" "Don't worry," Lars said. "Haven't laid a finger on her. Well, at least no more than I had to. But she's still in one piece, even still got her clothes on. This one is yours, buddy, you paid for her, you own her. 'Course I hope you're gonna let me share in the fun sooner or later, you know what I mean?" I hadn't even thought about that. I hadn't thought very much about any of it, it had all seemed so unreal. But now it was. This so-called writer seemed to have problems making sense of reality, and that was a real aggravation nowadays when everyone just wanted to be normal and fit in.Sure, some people called it conformity, as if it were something to be ashamed of. Ashamed! Why, with subversives hiding in every doorway and everything unstable and liable to slide off into chaos and anarchy if you weren't careful, well, a patriotic American just had to keep close watch on people to make sure they weren't spies or. Ariel's going to love this little bundle of fuzz! I just need to put the carrier together, then I'll take her home. Do you mind if I put it together here, Mr. Williams?" Jack asked. "No, no, Not at all. Do you need any tools for it?" he asked."Just a pair of pliers and a flat-head screwdriver, sir." Jack replied as he took the carrier from the car. Mr. Williams put the pup in the little fenced area away from the others, then went into the garage to get the pliers and screwdriver. He came back.