Chapter 7

Alex, having been dozing, woke up with a start and stared at them. He didn’t quite understand what he was seeing.

Freya repeated, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

He looked at her, flanked by Cyn and Katie, and blinked. “What’s this?”

“Uh ... It’s a puppy,” Freya sarcastically stated the obvious. Katie covered her mouth with her hands and giggled.

“A puppy?”

“A puppy! For you!” Freya walked over to the couch and handed him the tiny Yorkshire Terrier.

The girls watched as Alex just laid there staring at the puppy on his chest.

“You always wanted a dog growing up, but since your mom’s allergic, you never had one. So ... Happy Valentine’s Day! I got you a dog.”

“Freya, thank you so much!” Alex gushed. “I love him.” Then added, “Or her?”

“Him,” Freya confirmed. “He’s a boy.”

“Frey didn’t want too much female competition around here. He already has all of this around,” Cyn explained, running her hands up her wide hips, across her slight pot belly, and ending with two handfuls of her overly-generous tits.

Freya gave her a sideways smirk. “Mm-hmm.”

Alex held the puppy in his hands, its hair felt like silk under his fingers. Its black, shining eyes looked at him with pure love. Its mouth almost seemed to be smiling.

“Does he have a name?” Alex asked.

“Nope,” Freya told him. “Well, they had called him ‘Puppy 2,’ but that seems a tad impersonal.”

Alex held the squirming, two-pound puppy up to his face. In baby talk, he said, “Aren’t you a cutie-pie, Rio.”

“Rio?” Freya asked.

“Baby talk?” Cyn snorted.

Without looking away from the puppy, Alex said to Freya, “That’s his new name.” Then back to the puppy, and back to the baby talk, “That’s your name, isn’t it, Rio?”

Cyn shrugged to Freya and said, “Okay. Our job is done.” She took Katie’s hand and continued, “We have a little Valentine’s celebration of our own that we need to get to.”

Katie turned scarlet and studied the floor. But she had a huge grin on her face.

“Have fun, girls,” Freya told them. “But don’t hurt our little Katie.”

Katie, still bright red, looked up at Freya with mischievous eyes and whispered, “We have a safe word,” and turned even redder.

“Well then,” Freya raised her eyebrows, “enjoy.”

“We will!” Cyn said as she and Katie walked to the door, hand-in-hand. “If you hear screaming from upstairs, just ignore it.”

“Or enjoy it,” Katie added over her shoulder. “The choice is yours.” And with that, the door closed behind them.

Sitting up, still cradling the tiny furball in his arms, stroking his tan and black coat, Alex said, “Freya, he is just amazing!”

“Well, you always wanted a dog growing up, but could never have one ... so...” Then she added, “And he’s – Rio – is a Yorkshire Terrier and they are very hypoallergenic, so your mom can still visit. We probably just have to vacuum before she comes over. You know, just to be safe.”

“I can’t believe you got me a dog! I love him!”