Propensity for Animals E-Book

Mike Oxlong

• Herausgeber: Vintage Pulp Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

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The cry made the animal shift his position and look at her more closely. A soft growl came from deep in its throat and he inched his head closer to her leg. She could feel the short bursts of breath from his open mouth scorch her thigh. She tried to pull away but the meaningful snarl made her stop.
The animal was coal black. It looked like a German shepherd but she had never seen one that size or color before. His eyes glittered in the reflected light like twin coals burning inside his skull. His sharp white teeth were like polished ivory daggers, and his tongue lolled out one side of his open jaw. She could see the damp glistening snout as he snuffled along her flesh.
She shivered and trembled as the wet nose touched her flesh. When she tried to back away, the dog warned her with another growl. She was terrified by the stalking animal.

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Propensity for Animals

Mike Oxlong

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER ONE

She stopped in front of the huge and beautiful rose window and caught her breath. The patterns of sunlight coming through the colored glass splashed over her and made her feel warm. Warm. Win! Ohhh, Win, why did you have to die and leave me alone? The sobs rose silently in her throat and she bit her lip to hold them back. She would never forget him. That's why this trip had been a mistake. She should never have let her sister and the others talk her into it.

"You have to start living again," Jean had said.

How could she live without Win beside her? He was so much a part of her, he was her and she him. And he was dead. She was dead too. Dead, but still moving through the motions of life numbly.

"It's been two years, Darla. You have to face reality. You're young yet, and you can begin again." Jean's advice, well meant, stabbed at her heart. How could she begin again when there was no beginning. It had begun four years ago when she became Mrs. Winston Sayer. It had ended two years ago when she received word that Win had been killed in a helicopter crash in Vietnam. She was twenty-two, and her life was over. She had only the delicious memory of the two nights she and Win had had together before he went back to camp.

The pain stabbed in her belly and she whimpered softly. She had to stop torturing herself this way, at least in public. Whenever she thought of Win and their nights in each other's arms, the physical pain and need shot through her and she began to shake. It was all right to endure and enjoy when she was alone and could abandon herself to the tears and the dreams, but sometimes she found herself unable to walk evenly when it happened elsewhere.