Chapter 7

I didn’t see Angela on the Sunday as she said her dad was taking them out to dinner. But on the Monday morning, just after we’d returned from our daily walk around the common, Angela’s mum turned up at the cottage. I was a little concerned as I still didn’t know what happened on the Saturday afternoon, Rambo was really tired and after his feed, went straight to sleep.

“Hi Janice, how can I help you ... You not at work today... ?”

“Can I come in please... ? I need to talk to you... !”

“Of course,” I said apprehensively.

We went into the kitchen and Rambo started sniffing between her legs and running around.

“Hang on ... let me put him outside for a while, I don’t know why but he’s a little excited this morning.”

Janice was dressed in an elegant woman’s business suit as if she was going to work, but her visage was quite serious so I was expecting a confrontation.

“So how can I help you Janice... ?”

“I know what you’re doing... !”

“I’m sorry... ! what do you mean... ?”

“Angela ... I saw her playing with your dog... !”

“What... !”

“Playing with him and sucking his cock... !”

I looked shocked but she continued,

“I’m not stupid ... You know what she’s doing and I think it was you who introduced her to it... !”

I didn’t speak and to be honest was mortified ... I thought she was going to call the fucking police... !

“I followed her on Saturday afternoon and she took Rambo down to the pond and into the bushes. I knew it was wrong, but I crept in and watched her having sex with him.”

“Why do you think this has anything to do with me... ?”

“Because I saw you trying to hide his erection when she came back from sucking him off in your garden... !”

I was speechless ... but she continued,

“Now ... the reason I’m here, is because I had a similar experience when I was a teenager, I really loved our dog and ... well ... I was just like her.”

“You mean ... you were having sex with your dog... !”

“Yes ... And I’ve always wanted to get another one, but I met David, we got married and then Angela came along ... and because of his work ... he’s always so bloody busy and never wanted us to have one ... Anyway, the reason I’m telling you all this is because I’ve had enough... ! I didn’t go to work today because we had a huge argument yesterday. I told him I’d had enough of his long hours and not spending any time with us and not wanting to make love... ! Do you know how long it is since we made love... ?”

“Sorry Janice ... No.”

“I can’t even fucking remember... ! Maybe a year ... eighteen months ... I have needs ... I’m only thirty eight but he’s just not interested... !”

“So why are you telling me this Janice... ?”

“Because I want you to help me ... I know you introduced Angela to the joys of dog sex ... So if you want me to keep your dirty little secret ... I want you to help me too.”

“So you want to have sex with Rambo... ?”

“Maybe ... But I need to satisfy my needs and desires and told him, If he doesn’t let me open a dog kennels, I want a divorce.”

“Sorry Janice, I’m confused ... You want to open a dog kennels... !”

“Yes ... And we have the money, the land and I want to quit my boring accountancy firm job ... I’m going out of my bloody mind.”

She started crying and not knowing what else to do, walked over and hugged her. Sobbing her heart out I pulled her close and said,

“Listen Janice ... Life is all about doing what you love, so many people are trapped in jobs they hate ... just because they’ve been programmed to think they have no choice ... But I learned many years ago ... If you find out what you love to do ... be it writing, gardening, working with cars, looking after horses, teaching, being a mum and a home-maker ... It doesn’t matter what ... The most important thing is, it MUST be something you sincerely love what you do ... Money becomes secondary and the universe always provides us with exactly what we need ... It’s hard to explain, but all I know is, it works... ! Does your husband like what he does... ?

“Of course ... he eats dreams and sleeps it 24/7... !”

“Exactly, and to him, nothing else matters ... he’s in love with the banking industry.”

“Tell me about it ... He makes a hundred and fifty thousand per year ... and then gets a yearly bonus of another three to four hundred thousand... !”

“But is he happy... ?”

“I would say, yes when he’s at work, but not when he’s with us at home.”

“Exactly... ! But what floats your boat... ? What would you love to do everyday... ? Even if you weren’t getting paid ... that’s the key ... finding your passion... !”

“Well it’s definitely not accountancy ... I want to work with animals.”

“Do you mean all kinds of animals or just dogs... ? Cos if it’s all animals, maybe you need to become a vet or set up an animal sanctuary ... But if dogs are your passion ... Yes a kennels or dog training centre.”

“Yes ... dog training ... I just love dogs, to me they’re like loving, faithful humans that are in a different body... !”

She’d stopped crying but as I tried to back away she grabbed my arms ... looked up at me with tears in her eyes and said,

“Please can you help me... ?”

I didn’t really understand what she meant, but she was pressing her breasts into my arm and I could feel the one eyed snake getting aroused. Pulling her closer, I slid my hand down over her hip and cupped her bottom. She didn’t push me away, so I gave it a squeeze and said,

“So you haven’t made love for ages and you want to have sex with an older guy... ?”

“Yes but I want you to let Rambo join in.”