Chapter 37

Poor Bozo. The bushes were calling to him and his nose was sending him a different message as soon as we got home. Jack just pointed down the stairs, said "Go!" and made up his mind for him.

We took the food into the kitchen and Jack cut off three slices of the beef while I found room in the refrigerator for the leftovers. He handed me the rest of the meat to put away and started cutting up the meat he'd taken. He cut two of the slices into pieces about an inch square, then got Bozo's bowl and filled it about half way with his dry dog food. The small pieces of meat went on top and Jack used his fork to mix it all together. Once it was mixed up, he topped off the bowl with dry food.

He got it down on the floor just about the time Bozo arrived and dug into it. Rather than dig through it and pull out the meat, he scarfed down the whole thing. Bozo likes his regular dog food, so I wasn't surprised. I know if I'd had Jack throw some green beans into the mix, he would have gone through it just as fast only every green been would have been left in the bowl, seemingly untouched. I don't know how he does it, but he's an expert at it. It's going to be fun if we ever have to feed him pills.

Jack took the untouched slice of meat and held it out. "Here you go, Bozo. Chew It!"

Bozo did use his teeth to pull it out of Jack's hand but that's all the chewing it got before it disappeared down his gullet.

I wrapped my arms around Jack and gave him a kiss.

"What was that for?"

"Just because. He probably got as much satisfaction eating those chopped up pieces with his dog food and then that big slice as if we'd put the whole package of meat on the floor and let him swallow it whole."

"Purely selfish motive on my part," he said. "I plan on swallowing it whole a few days from now. And I'm sure he'll get some scraps so it will be like he gets it twice."

We kissed again. "Jack, I need some private time in the bathroom. And I'm sure he has to go after the way he ate all that stuff without chewing. Don't come in till you hear the shower, OK?"

He looked concerned. "You OK?"

I kissed him, more of a peck this time. "I'm fine. Just some stuff that's a little too private to share with you."

"I can't imagine what that could be, Miss Barge in the Bathroom no matter what."

"Woman stuff, Jack. Woman stuff."

"Oh. I think I'll take Bozo downstairs and come back after you start your shower. Why are you showering tonight instead of the morning like you usually do?"

"I told you. Woman stuff."

"Oh. Well, ... see you in a few minutes. Come on, Bozo."

Poor guy. He looked dejected as he slumped down the hall, his shoulders stooped. I wasn't as tough on him as I could have been. Instead of woman stuff, I could have told him I was having woman trouble. That's something no man can confront.

I went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet and emptied my bowels. I did a quick wipe, one Sheryl Crow would have been happy with, then pulled out a bottle of Fleet enema I had stored under the sink. That's something else most men won't confront unless it's just to reach in and snag a spare roll of toilet paper when they're desperate.

I used the enema, flushed the toilet and made sure the 1.6 liters of water did their job, then jumped in the shower to finish the cleanup. When I opened the shower door, Jack was taking his turn on the toilet.

"You sure you're OK?"

"I'm fine, Jack. So, you have to go, too."

"Yeah. That was a heavy meal. All the dancing pushed it through our digestive tracts, I guess."

I brushed my teeth, said goodnight to Bozo, moistened and wrung out a hand towel at the kitchen sink and went into our room. I put the towel in the headboard above my pillow, set the alarm, then put on a yellow baby doll nightgown without the panties. I also retrieved the tube of KY I'd hidden in my nightgown drawer the last time I went out for groceries with Wanda.

I had just put it under my pillow and climbed under the covers when Jack came in. He went around the bed and lifted the blankets to get in.

"Wow. What's this?"

"I just wanted to look pretty for you. Is that acceptable?"

"Oh, yeah, More than acceptable."

He climbed in and reached up to turn off the light.

"Jack? Don't turn it all the way off."

We have a lamp with a three way bulb in it. I think the low voltage is 25 or 30. Anyway, it's just enough so you're not stumbling around. Enough to be romantic without being bright.

Once he fixed the lamp, he slid back down and pulled the covers over him, wrapping his arms around me. He gave me little kisses and nibbles all over my face, my ears, my neck, finally nipping my nose before starting with my lips. The kisses on my lips went from playful to passionate to prurient. I could feel my heart beat faster and faster. I pulled one hand back and worked it in between our bodies so I could feel his heartbeat. It was as rapid as mine.

I backed off and took his head in my hands. He resisted at first, then went along with my pushing until his mouth was over my left breast. He used his dry lips to nibble and toy with the nipple until it grew to almost its full length. By this time my hands had long since worked their way around to the back of his head and it was I who resisted for a second or two when he went to move to the other breast. Once I realized he wasn't pulling away, I let him work on the right nipple until it too stood firm and proud. He went back and forth from nipple to nipple, graduating from just lips to teeth and tongue until both were straining to push their way through my now soaked nightgown.

Once again, I gave him a push in the right direction and he made his way down to my pussy. He performed his magic, licking the labia majora until I pushed him enough so he went inside, first with his tongue and then with a finger, then two, while he used his tongue to toy with my clit.

After a minute, I pulled back on his head. "Back up for a second, Honey."

He did and I rolled over on my stomach. I reached down to lift the nightgown up but there was no need. The hem was up on my waist, right where I wanted it.

"Now kiss me."

He kissed my ass cheeks for a minute of so, giving them lots of attention, all over. Then he moved me a bit and pushed my legs apart so he could lick my pussy again. I just reached behind me and pulled the cheeks apart. "Kiss me there. Inside."

He finally got the message and got busy. The first time his tongue swiped my rosebud, it felt electric and I think I jumped.

"You alright?"

"Uh, Huh!"

That was all the inducement he needed. He licked and poked with his tongue, then pulled back, his hands holding onto the cheeks. "What did you do? It almost tastes like salt."