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Chapter 6
The Melody Ranch Health Spa looked rather ordinary to Sally. It was about a five hour drive away from the city in which she lived. Tired and stiff from the drive, she got wearily out of her car and stretched. She was parked in a parking lot overlooking the ranch buildings, a cluster of low wooden bungalows, set in neat rows along flower-bordered walks. Sally was nervous. She had been excited when she left home this morning, but now her hour of truth was at hand. She was going to be trained in dog-fucking, or vice-versa, a dog was going to be trained to fuck her. It had been one thing fucking Duke, Helen's dog. She had no responsibility for Duke. But now she'd have her own dog. She hoped to hell she got a good one. And how was she going to explain its presence to John? Well, she'd cross that bridge when she came to it. Picking up her suitcase, she trudged down the path to what looked like an administration building. It was. A perfectly ordinary-looking, middle-aged woman checked her in. From the woman's casual manner she might have been checking into a motel. Sally began to wonder if she'd gotten the right place. Then the middle-aged woman rang a bell. A minute later a young attractive woman came into the lobby. "Mrs. Benson," the older woman said. "This is Kathy, your trainer. She'll introduce you and the dog." "Hi," Kathy said in a bright cheerful voice. She was a pretty redhead, fairly short, with short curly hair and a good figure. She was dressed in shorts and an air-brushed tee- shirt, with a picture of a dog on it and the words, Woman's Best Friend. Sally was glad |
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