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Ginny is one of those outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a love of degradation and a desire to be debased lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
HOT TO TROT DOG-SITTER-a fictional story about a restless society.
Ginny wandered aimlessly through the house, looking for something to do. She checked the bedroom and saw the master bed where Jim Morgan slept at nights. She leaned against the wall, staring at the bed, thinking about how wonderful it would be to be grownup and married to a handsome man like Mr. Morgan.
A frown crossed her beautiful teen-age face, and she left the bedroom, walking down the hall to the stairs. Prince, Mr. Morgan’s huge German shepherd, was at the bottom of the steps wagging his tail frantically and yelping soft helpless cries.
“Damn,” she muttered. “I forgot to fill his bowl.” She skipped down the steps, her summer skirt swirling about her knees.
Prince loped behind her as she hurried into the kitchen and grabbed his bowl off the floor. Prince sat obediently next to her. His huge head perked up as he watched her fill his bowl with food. The sounds of the dry, crisp dog food pouring into the bowl made him squirm in anticipation. His tail swiped happily across the floor as Ginny set the large bowl down for him. While Prince began gobbling up the food, Ginny filled his other bowl with water, setting it alongside of him. Watching the dog gobble hungrily, she sighed then headed for the front room to watch television before going home.
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