Julie Taylor: The landlady's dog

"No… no thanks, Carol. T-This is fine… and I'm so grateful. I–I didn't know where to run to. He was like… like a maniac when he couldn't find my purse… but I'd expected this and… and hid it in a different place!"

Carol didn't know what to say. She didn't want to be nosy, or get involved in the Whites' domestic problems, but… "What're you going to do, Peggy? Will he get over it…?"

"Oh yes… by tomorrow probably," the still shuddering wife replied, sighing raggedly as if to shake the fearful quaking possessing her. "He always does. He'll be too hungover to carry on by then."

"But what about tonight? You just can't go back there and take a chance on him beating you?" Carol said. "He's probably furious by now!"

Again Peggy sighed, laying her head back onto the edge of the couch, a little smile sardonically twisting her pretty mouth. "That… is putting it mildly, darling! Ten years of experience with him tells me that he's in a murderous rage by this time, vowing to tear me limb from limb!"

"My God! Why do you put up with it, Peg?" Carol gasped in disbelief. "I'd call the police… have him arrested… anything!"

"I know… I know, honey," Peggy said, lifting her head and drinking from the glass. "It sounds like the only answer, doesn't it, but it isn't. Believe me, it isn't! Any woman who has ever had a drunken, wife-beating man would quickly tell you the same. So, they're arrested, fined, and released… and what do you suppose happens to the poor girl then? That's right, his vengeance is even worse."

"Then, for God's sake, divorce him!" Carol exclaimed, reaching a point of exasperation.

"Divorce him…? Oh… I couldn't do that, honey!" Peggy replied, shaking her head. "You see, he really needs me… and I love him!"

Carol stated at her, speechless. Well, so much for ridiculousness, she thought, draining her glass. What more was there to say? The anguished wife had pathetically said it all in six words which had struck a familiar chord in the divorced girl's memory… he needs me… I love him! Incredibly enough, Carol thought, I understand just how she feels!

"Here, let me get us another drink," she said, taking Peggy's empty glass and walking into the little kitchenette. Then, in a low voice that couldn't be overheard through the thin walls, she said: "You better stay here with me tonight, Peg. As you say, he'll be over it by tomorrow, or at least too sick to give you any further nonsense."

"Thanks, Carol, but… but I don't want to put you to any trouble. If I can stay just a little while longer, maybe he'll have fallen asleep…"

"Don't be silly," Carol said, returning to hand her a second bracing measure of straight bourbon, then lowering herself into the chair across from her neighbor. "You know it's no trouble. The bed is big enough for both of us, and I've got an extra toothbrush and nightie. Besides, I wouldn't sleep all night worrying about you, and here we both can rest comfortably with Sultan protecting us…"

Peggy White breathed out heavily once more, her radiant smile showing itself for the first time since she'd frantically entered the apartment. She set her purse on the couch beside her and said: "I'm not going to refuse again, darling. God knows, I'll be safer in here with you tonight, and especially with Sultan, as you say, to protect us…"

The big German shepherd heard his name spoken a second time and raised his head to survey the two females. He studied them both for a long moment, noting that his mistress' face and eyes had taken on an unfamiliar laxness, while hers of the midnight hair were quickly beginning to appear the same. He listened to the soft sounds of their voices, then changed his position so that he could rest his head on the floor and watch them. The confusion which had tensed him at first was no longer in the room, the quiet sounds of their voices beginning to gently lull him toward sleep…

How or why Peggy had started talking about that side of her personal life, Carol wasn't sure, but she quickly found herself more than a little intrigued, as well as pitying the obviously passionate girl across from her. She listened intently to Peggy's intimate unburdening, as if she just had to confide the awful truth in someone.

"I–I have to be loved, Carol… physically… sexually loved," Peggy whispered, her dark eyes reflecting her excitement in the mere talking about it. "And… and this is another form of Ed's brutality. Knowing how much and often I need it… he denies me… or at the very least, makes me beg him… sometimes on my knees… and I have to say it the dirtiest way possible… like… please fuck me, darling? Or, please shove your big cock up my hot cunt… or, let me suck it until it cums in my mouth?"

"H-Has he always been this way?" Carol heard her own raspy whisper, the curvaceous brunette's candid revelations easily rekindling the tingles in her belly that the young divorcee had been experiencing before her buzzer had interrupted. She couldn't resist pursuing the rousing subject, and a much more relaxed Peggy White, under the soothing influence of the bourbon, seemed just as eager to discuss it.

"Oh God, honey, he was wonderful… for the first eight years of our marriage! I couldn't have asked for more in bed! He not only has a big one… you know, long and thick and hard, but… but he knows how to use it to bring out the most in a girl! God… honest, he makes me cum like… like an earthquake! Not just once, but five, six, seven times…! At least, he did… before we came here. In San Diego it was beautiful, Carol. We were so happy together. He had a good job with an electronics firm… always came home after work… and we owned a nice house… Then, he met some people from below the border, you know, Mexico, some dark looking men who came to the house several times. The next thing I knew, we were selling everything to come here! I wasn't asked; I was told! Overnight, he was a changed man. That… that was two years ago… and here we are, right up until tonight!"

Carol swallowed tightly, Peggy's uninhibited description of her sex life like a bellows fanning the smoldering embers in her own belly and loins. She thought of Jonny and his lovemaking, but the memory of him was quickly brushed aside by the fresher memory of her interlude with Sultan, and even the more mysterious wonder of Mark Cannon. "The… the teenagers you spoke of, Peg… you mean those young girls who are all over the neighborhood?"

"I mean those little two-bit bitches, sluts… cunts is what they are, honey!" the shapely, dark-haired wife vehemently exclaimed. "They'll do anything to get enough dough for their pot, or a fix! Only… only two days ago, I took Sultan with me shopping. We came home in a taxi because I had so much to carry. Ed wasn't expecting me, and I found him on our bed with one of them! She couldn't have been more than sixteen, both of them naked and going at it sixty-nine, you know, sucking each other!"

"My God!" Carol gasped, the other's lucid description and four-letter words spiraling through her in a wave of sensuous heat. "Wh-What did you do?"

"Ranted and raved, of course, ordering the little tight-titted pig out of there! But she could hardly have cared less!" Peg said bitterly. "She was kind of cute in the face… all over, in fact, with almost boyish hips, but full, white buttocks… long, dark, straight hair, you know, streaming down her back, and the same curly wispy-like hair on her pussy! Damn, I could hardly blame Ed… and you know what she said to me?"

"Wh-What?" Carol asked breathlessly.

"'Come on, Mama,' she taunted me in a little-girlish voice, 'Get naked and let me lick your cunt!'"

Carol couldn't speak; her throat was too dry, as if it had suddenly been swabbed with a ball of cotton. She drained her glass, welcoming the wet relief. "And… and what did you say?" she almost blurted.