The Dog (pt 16)
Posted on | May 31, 2010 | Comments Off
Doone was out back tending to the BBQ and she thought it smelled marvelous. She’d been stressed out all week and this was a wonderful way to end the three day weekend.
She stepped out onto the porch and watched the birds and the squirrels play. It was a woodland creature’s little paradise back here and she loved it.
“Doone, do you need anything?”
“No, I’m fine for now Mistress”
And with that she went inside to check on her potato salad to see if it needed any last minute spicing up. The smell of the BBQ was almost hypnotic and she found herself in a dream state where she envisioned Doone not as a dog, but as a man standing at the BBQ. She swayed a bit in the kitchen as she smiled to herself and took in the aroma. Wow. This was powerful.
She quickly set the table with her colorful fiestaware dishes, selecting the more patriotic colors out of the bunch, and got out condiments and the other side dishes. She still couldn’t help but feel dreamy as she went through her preparations.
She popped open a rootbeer (since she didn’t drink of course) and sat down at the table for a moment to steady herself when in walked the handsome man that she’d been daydreaming about carrying the plate of burgers. He set the plate down on the table as her eyes widened in fear.
“It’s me” he said.
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