The dog walker never tells me his name, just that we owe him a lot of money. 

�gYour husband kept promising,�h says the dog walker.

�gMy ex-husband promised a lot of things.�h

�gI�fm not much interested in human relations,�h says the dog walker. I�fll call him Frank, because I live in Sinatra�fs hometown, and the dog walker swaggers: like Frank, when he was young and hot. 

�gPirate�fs a different dog, since you. I can�ft afford not to have you,�h I say, and Frank laughs. �gBut I can�ft afford to pay you. Not right now.�h

Frank just stares. It�fs a way to dominate a dog. My tits feel chilly all of a sudden.

�gThat�fs a nice bra,�h Frank says. He�fd walked in on me dressing; he�fs a dog walker, of course he has keys. �gDo the panties match?�h

�gPanties?�h

�gPut the dog in the bedroom,�h Frank orders. �gI don�ft want to scare him.�h

�gYes sir,�h I say, heart rocketing, and Pirate follows my hand signals into my bedroom. He sniffs my crotch curiously?I am wet and hot. Pirate hasn�ft smelled that in a long time. In the living room, Frank sits naked in the overstuffed chair reserved for Pirate. 

�gI would never have let Pirate commandeer the chair,�h Frank said. �gYour husband was too lax.�h

�gLax is a kind word for it,�h I say, and unzip my jeans. 

�gStay,�h Frank says, grabs my hips, makes me straddle him. He pulls the zipper down, sticks his hand in my snatch. �gIn heat,�h he whispers.

I never get my jeans completely off. �gGood girl,�h he sighs, and turns me around like a good bitch. We hump like dogs. We bay like hounds. We nip and play and fuck.

I sure hope I owe him a lot of money.