Chapter 7

The next day Ester went over to Henry’s, knocked on the door and waited for him to answer. When he didn’t answer right away, she left the porch to see if he was working in the back yard and that’s where she found him, without his shirt on, sweating like crazy, as he worked on the sheet metal roofs of the kennels.

“When you have a few minutes we need to talk,” she yelled up at him.

“Can it wait? I’m almost done here and then I’d like to take a shower, unless you’d like to join me,” he joked.

“I’ll meet you in the bathroom,” was her answer, with a huge smile on her face.

She retraced her steps and this time entered the house, went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and got Henry a nice tall glass of iced water, know he’d be needing it after all that work and sweating that much.

‘Damn, he looks so good when he’s working like that,’ she thought. ‘I need to check on him more often.’

10-minutes later he joined her, thanked her for the cold water, and they both sat at the table and just looked at each other, admiring them in their own fashion.

“What’d you want to talk about?” he asked.

“It’s about Oscar.”

“Is he OK?”

“Yes, he’s fine. I know you got him from a shelter, but did you learn anything about him before you got him?”

“No, not really. I just went looking for a dog, found one I liked and then got him. They gave him all the necessary shots and a week later I brought him home. Why?”

“Well...” she started. “I really don’t know how to approach this, so I guess it’s better if I give you a demonstration.”

With that she called Oscar into the kitchen, raised her skirt, revealing no panties, just her bald snatch, spread her legs and called the dog over.

He immediately went for her snatch and started licking her like he’d done earlier.

“Hmmm,” she quickly moaned and scooted further onto the edge of the chair, giving Oscar a better angle to get at her.

“What the hell?” Henry blurted out. “How did you get him to do that?”

Through her ragged breathing and gasping, she muttered, “I didn’t. He just did it on his own.”

“Really?”

“Hey, would I lie about something like this? I’ve never been probed so deeply with a tongue in my whole life. He get’s in there much further than you do, my dear man.”

All this time Henry thought he’d been needing to get dogs trained for what he wanted to do and all the time he had a cunt-lapping dog of his own and didn’t even know it.

“I’ll be right back,” he told her and left the room.

He went to the den and got his cell phone out and called the shelter where he’d gotten Oscar. He asked is he could have some information of the former owner and wondered if he should get in touch with them.

“Here’s the information, you’ve asked for,” said the receptionist. “I hope he’s not given you any problems. The former owner had to get rid of him because she was moving to an apartment that didn’t allow pets. She told me she didn’t want to do it and hoped that we could find him a good home to be happy in.”

He wrote down the information and repeated the number to her, to make sure he hadn’t transposed any of the numbers, then he sat in the chair for a while, trying to comprehend what he’d just witnessed with Ester and Oscar.

‘WOW,’ was the only thing that came to mind. He replaced the phone in the charger and returned to the kitchen, just as Oscar was finishing up his ‘snack’ and retreated to a corner of the room to lick himself and then quickly went to sleep.