Chapter 7

Michelle grabbed her car keys off the dresser, and stopped in the kitchen on the way out, to scribble a quick note to Julie and J.J., thanking them for a lovely evening, and explaining why she had to leave so early.

She opened the back patio door to leave, but then something on the kitchen counter caught her eye. She walked back into the kitchen and put her hand on the side of the half-full ornamental tea press, then pulled it back quickly, the glass container still hot to the touch.

“OH FUCK,” Michelle said to herself, realizing that Julie must have been up before her, and quickly exited the house, quietly closing the patio door behind her.

King sat obediently under the Victorian vanity that Julie now used as a computer desk, which was situated in the corner of the large master bedroom, overlooking the front yard. As she watched Michelle’s Prius back out of the driveway, Julie pressed play on the video panel displayed on her laptop and uttered a simple command to King.

“Lick,” she said, as the screen filled with the recently recorded scenes from the living room, courtesy of the nanny-cam, inconspicuously hidden in the loop of the 6 on the clock above the mantel.

Focusing on the look of lust on Michelle’s face in the video, as she rubbed King’s cock to orgasm, Julie reached under the vanity and rubbed King’s head, which was now lodged between her spread thighs. “Your new bitch is taking to her training well, don’t you think boy?”

Michelle watched the looming brick structure and manicured lawn of Julie and J.J.’s house disappear in the rear view mirror of her Prius, as it quietly made its way down the winding streets of the affluent neighborhood, in the twilight of the early morning hours.

The silver hybrid sat idling at the Stop sign at the end of Morningside Drive, and Michelle stared at the now tiny image of the brick house in the mirror, without a clue as to why.

Was she expecting Julie to come running after her?

Or J.J.?

Or KING??!!

She felt the temperature rise in her cheeks, as that last thought caused her face to flush red with embarrassment.

Or was she taking one last look at the place where her young life had been turned ass-over-teakettle? An un-closable portal had been opened to the deepest, darkest recesses of her soul, and she wasn’t sure if she should feel mortified, or liberated.

She eased off the brake, taking one last, lingering look in the mirror, as she rolled into the intersection, the axiom, “today is the first day of the rest of your life” running through her head.

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” Michelle shouted at the top of her lungs, as she stomped on the brake, bringing the small vehicle to an abrupt stop.

If looks could kill, Michelle would be laying on a gurney, covered in a sheet, being wheeled into the morgue with a toe tag. She never saw the woman out for an early morning walk, even though she wore a reflective vest and was carrying a flashlight, and the black and brown Rottweiler, that she led by a leash, was hardly visible at all.