Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Training with Wolfie - Chapter 4 – Part 3 of 3

Training With Wolfie
By Karen Singer

Chapter 4 – Part 3 of 3

     As she had done outside many times, Rosa put Wolf and Brian through all the commands they had learned so far, making sure that both of them did everything exactly right.  She didn’t give out any treats though until she was finished, then both Brian and Wolf got two.
     She looked at Wolfie.  “Do you need to go outside again?” she asked.  Wolf lazily got up from his sitting position and headed for the door.  Rosa turned to Brian.  “And how about you too?”  Brian didn’t really want to go outside again, especially since he was totally naked.  Since he couldn’t really answer her very well with just barking, he laid down on the floor instead.  Rosa opened the door and let Wolf out.  “You too, Brian.  Outside!” she ordered. 
     Brian didn’t want to go, but she was standing there holding the door open for him.  “Go!” she ordered again.  Reluctantly, Brian got to his hands and knees again and crawled after Wolf.  He wasn’t happy in the least to hear the door closing behind him.  He was outside again, naked, without the use of his hands, restricted to having to crawl on his hands and knees everywhere, and restricted from using any kind of human speech.  There was no way his life could get more miserable than this. 
     The cool spring air again washed over his body as he carefully descended the steps in his crawling position.  Wolf had gone out by one of the trees in the yard and peed up against it.  Brian didn’t yet feel the need for that call of nature.  He simply crawled out toward one of the trees again. 
     But Wolf had now napped a few times that day and was full of energy.  Once again, Brian found himself wrestling with Wolf who was having a good time jumping all over him, especially now that Brian was down to his level.  Despite his odd predicament, and despite the fact that he only wanted to sulk over his new problems, Brian found himself enjoying the contact with the big dog.  Wolf’s fur felt nice up against his naked body, and it was warm too.  And the intimate contact with the dog was not only fun and playful, Brian almost felt a measure of love there too.  At least, his brain tried to pull that much out of it.  It was really all he had.
     All through the afternoon, Rosa let them play, calling them both back to the porch occasionally for “training sessions.”  Between them, Brian and Wolf either played together, or napped together.  And when the call of nature hit him again, Brain found a decent spot in the yard where he wasn’t likely to be crawling through it, and simply let go.  He didn’t lift his leg like Wolf did.  It was easier to simply squat a bit and let loose.
     As the afternoon wore on, Brian began to think more and more about going home again.  It was certainly getting later in the day.  And besides, his stomach had started rumbling from being hungry.  The few dog treats she was giving him certainly didn’t do anything except to make his hunger grow worse.  He also wanted his hands free…not to mention to get some clothes back on his body again.  But the afternoon seemed to be wearing on longer and longer.  Of course, he had no way of actually telling what time it was, but he could tell by the angle of the sun that it had to be getting fairly late.
     Finally, Rosa whistled from the porch again.  Brian hoped more than ever that this time she would release him and let him go home.  But unfortunately, it was only to put them through yet another of her training sessions.  The routine had become all too familiar now, and both Brain and Wolf hardly gave the tired old commands any thought anymore.  But this time, when she was done, Rosa held the door open and ushered both Wolf and Brian inside the house again.
     Brian entered the kitchen and could smell dinner cooking.  Was she going to let him go now?  She always let him go before dinner time!  His stomach growled.  Since he had missed lunch, he was hungry.  Wolf was wandering around over by the corner cupboards.  He kept pacing and looking up at one of the cabinets expectantly. 
      “All right!  All right!” Rosa exclaimed to the impatient dog.  “I’ll get you one.”  She opened the cabinet and pulled out the larger size treats that she gave him when she ate lunch.  She threw one of them towards Wolf and he snatched it neatly out of the air.  He carried it over to an out of the way area of the kitchen where he laid down and held it between his paws while he started gnawing on it.  Rosa looked at Brain.  Then she pulled another treat out and held it up.  “Wolfie won’t let me alone while I’m eating unless he gets one of these,” she declared.  Then she tossed the second treat at Brain.  Even though he ducked, the treat still hit him in the shoulder and landed on the floor in front of him.  “You might as well start working on that while I’m eating,” she said as she put the rest of the treats away. 
     Brian stared at the treat.  He didn’t want it.  He didn’t want it at all.  He wanted whatever she was having for dinner, because whatever it was, it smelled awfully good!  Especially since he was so hungry.  Instead of touching it, he crawled away from the treat and started to lie down to sulk again.
      “You better start eating that thing,” Rosa cautioned as she started heading for the table.  “Because you don’t get any dinner until it’s done.  And I’ll bet you’re getting hungry already.”
     Brian was getting hungry, very hungry.  But eat the dog treat?  It didn’t look very appetizing at all.  He didn’t like the liver treats she gave him all through the day, and he was sure that this one would probably taste even worse.  But she usually didn’t feed him dinner anyway.  He was planning on fixing something for himself as soon as he got home.  So he declined to go back to the treat and ignored it.
      “I’m not letting you go home until you have dinner tonight,” she added when she saw him still not touching it.  “So if you want to spend all night here, hungry, then I just want you to know that I have no problem with it.”
     She wasn’t going to let him off.  He wanted to complain about how unfair she was being.  He wanted to tell her lots of nasty things.  But with no way to adequately express those thoughts, what was the point? 
     Once again trapped with no way out, he crawled back over to the treat.  Wolfie held his between his paws while he ate it.  Brian laid down in front of it and tried to pick it up with his taped up hands.  The treat was nothing but a long round cylinder.  And it was fairly hard.  Just getting the thing to move was nearly impossible.  Through shear perseverance, he finally got it up between his own “paws.”  He bit down on it.  It was hard, but not too hard.  Kind of like beef jerky.  He thought it tasted a bit like beef jerky too.  Holding the thing between his paws while trying to bite off a piece of it proved to be very difficult.  He had better luck chewing it a bit with his back teeth to weaken it until he could manage to break some of it off.  Then of course, he had to chew up the piece he now had in his mouth.  The whole exercise was a lot of work – for very little reward.  Bit by bit, he finally managed to eat the whole thing.
     When he was done, he looked up. Rosa was still at the table, watching him intently while she drank her coffee. 
      “Good boy,” she praised.  “You ate it all.”  She finally got up from the table, which signaled Wolf to get up from the floor too and once again start pacing back and forth expectantly.  Brian watched as she pulled a can of dog food out of her cabinet.  Then she picked up Wolf’s food bowl and with the aid of a spoon, dumped the contents of the can into the bowl.  She used the spoon to break it up a bit before she set the bowl down on the floor for Wolf to eat.  Wolf went at it in his usual greedy fashion. 
     Rosa then turned to the counter and picked up a plate full of food that she had fixed for Brian earlier – mashed potatoes, chopped beef, green beans, and a tiny taste of apple pie.  She set the plate down on the floor for him, right next to the bowl of water that Connie had put out for him at lunch time.
     Wolf saw her putting the plate down on the floor and stopped eating his own dinner.  Real food scraps were much better to eat.
     Rosa saw Wolfie eyeing Brian’s dinner.  “You better gobble that all down fast before Wolf gets it,” she suggested to Brian.  “Because that’s all there is for dinner.  And don’t forget, you don’t get to go home until you’ve had dinner.”
     Brian didn’t really want to eat from the floor without the use of his hands.  But she was making sure that he had no choice in the matter.  He lowered his face to the plate as Rosa moved away from him.  But the moment Rosa moved away, Wolf moved closer.  Brian came up for air just as Wolf lowered his head near the plate.  Brian’s face was covered with mashed potatoes, but he had a mouthful of food that he gratefully chewed.  But as his head came up, Wolf’s head went down.  All too quickly, Wolf began gobbling up Brian’s dinner. 
      “Uh!” Brian grunted in protest, knowing that he wasn’t supposed to talk. 
     But his short little exclamation wasn’t any kind sound a dog would make and Rosa realized that quickly.  She glanced around for the newspaper she usually used on him and realized it was still out on the porch.  She grabbed the first thing she could think of instead – her dish towel.  She folded it in half and began beating Brian’s back with it.  “You still haven’t learned, have you!  No human sounds!  Only dog sounds!”  The minute she had started yelling at him, Wolf sensed her anger and ran off, leaving Brian alone to take the punishment. 
     Her dish towel hurt a lot more than the newspaper ever had.  He actually cried ouch at the beginning of her beating, which only made her yell at him and beat him more for that offense too.  Her tirade didn’t last long, but Brian was still near tears when she stopped. 
     His face smeared with food, and now feeling even more miserable after her last beating, he watched as she moved back to stand against the counter to watch him finish eating.  He looked down at the plate.  Wolf had already gotten a good bit of the food that had been there.  He lowered his face back into the dish and worked to get another mouthful of food.  But as he came up again, Wolf came back.  Still chewing, he quickly lowered his head back over the plated again to try to block Wolf’s big head from getting at it.  But Wolf’s long snout and especially his tongue were still managing to get all too much of his dinner.  Brian tried to push Wolf’s head away with his own head, but that only earned him a warning growl from Wolf.  Brian tried desperately to protect what was left of his food with his face, but it was too difficult.  While he had to chew his food, Wolf seemed to just swallow whole every little bit that he got.  Brain picked his head up a bit to try to figure out some way to get rid of the big dog, but the moment he did, Wolf moved in completely.  Brian could no longer even get at his dinner.  His face covered in even more of the food now, he looked up at Rosa, wanting to ask, what should he do now?  Had he eaten enough that she would finally let him go home?
     Rosa wanted to laugh, but she held a stern look on her face instead.  This was not the time to go lightly.  Wolf gobbled the last of the food from the plate, then began licking the plate as clean as he could get it with his tongue.  “You didn’t get enough to even call dinner,” she said to Brian.  “You’ve got to eat.”  She glanced over at Wolf’s unfinished dog food.  She was very doubtful that after eating Brian’s dinner that Wolf would go back for it.  Besides, Wolf was now licking the plate clean, and since she had seen him do that frequently, she knew that he would be at it for quite a while.  “Since you didn’t get enough from your plate, I suggest you eat Wolf’s instead.  Because you’re not going home until it’s finished.”
     Brian’s stomach turned at just the thought of eating the dog food.  Especially after Wolf had already been eating from it.  He actually let out a doggie whimper looking for some sympathy from her.
     Rosa wanted to laugh.  It was probably the first non-barking dog sound that she had heard him make.  But that didn’t mean that she was going to back off.  “No!” she said as if she was telling Wolf not to do something.  She pointed at Wolf’s dog bowl.  “Eat it!” she commanded.  Then she folded her arms while still leaning back against her counter.  She was going to make sure that he did as she wanted before he went home tonight.  Besides, she had one more important thing to do with him before she let him go home.  And she knew that in many ways, it was going to be far worse for him than just eating a little dog food.
     Feeling sicker and sicker as he crawled closer to the bowl.  Brian finally reached the bowl and stared at the contents.  It looked terrible…and smelled even worse!  Since she had chopped it all up, it was hard to tell exactly how much of the can Wolf had already eaten.  But either way, there was still way too much left.  He looked up at her one more time, his eyes pleading for her to reconsider, but she seemed to remain just as impassive and determined as ever.  He looked over at Wolf, hoping that the big dog would come back again to reclaim his own dinner.  But Wolf was now licking the plate so hard that it was sliding all over the hard kitchen floor.
     He stared back into the bowl and let out a small whimper again.  Bracing himself, he lowered his head and opened his mouth.  He bit into the mush in the bowl and started chewing.  Yuck!  It was all he could do to keep it in his mouth.  But he bravely chewed away, and actually managed to swallow it.  He wanted a drink so badly to wash the taste away, but what would be the use, there was still too much of the food left.  Again and again he lowered his head, grabbed a mouthful of the dog food, chewed the mush a little, then swallowed.  His stomach was turning from just thinking about what he was doing. 
      “There’s water next to you if you need it,” Rosa said from her never moving position against the counter.  Brian looked at Wolf’s water bowl.  He was more than ready for a drink.  Hating doing it, he moved his head over to the water and stuck his messy face close.  He tried to just sip at the water by sticking his lips out and sucking on it.  But he started choking as the water he managed to get in went back too far and tried to get into his lungs.  He coughed reflexively, hoping all the while that she wouldn’t beat him again for making non-dog sounds.  But fortunately she remained back against the counter.  “You’re going to have to learn to use your tongue, like Wolfie does,” she told him. 
     Brian tried licking the water up with his tongue, but he got very little water from it.  His tongue wasn’t as long as Wolf’s was. He finally gave up and lowered his head back into the bowl of dog food again and continued eating until he could get no more.  He looked up at Rosa and backed away from the bowl. 
      “Good boy,” she praised as she finally put a smile on her face.  She shook her head.  “My but your face is a mess.  But it can stay there.  It’s just something else I guess you’ll have to get used to dealing with.”
     Brian knew his face was a mess.  He wanted badly to rub the food off with his hands, but his hands were all taped up and useless.  He had finally eaten everything he could.  Would she let him go home now?  
     Rosa glanced over at Wolf, who was ignoring Brian completely and was sniffing instead around the kitchen door.  He would probably want to go out soon.  He would have to wait a few minutes, she had something else to do with Brian first.
     She stared down at Brian.  “Sit!” she commanded softly. 
     Brian sat, automatically.  He had done it often enough now that he didn’t need to think about it.  She was still looking down at him.  Was she going to make him bark now too, like she usually did?
     Rosa continued to stare at him for a moment, keeping him on edge.  Making him wait…and wonder.  “I know you’re probably wondering what I’m doing with you,” she finally began. 
     Brain was surprised by her words, which were an understatement if he ever heard one. 
      “I’m also sure that by now you realize that I’m making you act more and more like a dog,” she continued. 
     A fact that Brian wasn’t happy about at all!
      “I’m afraid that for now, I’m not going to tell you why I’m doing this.  I’m sorry, but that’s just the way it’s going to be.  But let me tell you instead a tiny bit of what’s in your immediate future.”
     Brian didn’t have time to react to the fact that she wasn’t going to tell him why she was doing it.  He was suddenly too concerned with what she was about to say next.
      “From now on,” she said, “whenever you’re not working, I expect you to be over here, learning how to be a dog!”
     Her statement sent an immediate feeling like he suddenly had lead in his stomach…or maybe it was the dog food he had just eaten.
      “For now, you’ll be going home at night so you can be ready in case they call you for work the next day.  But there are going to be times when you’ll be staying here for the night too.”
     The first part of that was good news to Brian, but the last part was troubling.
      “Don’t even think about not coming over, or even delaying getting here, because I’ll be watching for your car every day.  If I don’t see you going to work, then I expect you to be here right away.  If you do go to work, then as soon as you get home I expect you back here again as fast as possible.  As I said before, don’t even think about not coming, because believe me, I’m very, very good at hurting men.  It used to be my profession, and I have lots of nasty ways to punish you for not following my orders.”
     Her profession?  What kind of profession could she have had that she hurt men for a living?  But knowing the way that she was, something about her made him believe it.  And not only did he believe it, but it scared him more than a bit too.
      “So from now on, I expect you to be here promptly, every day.  You will of course be totally naked.  Dogs have no need of clothes.  You will act like a dog from the time you arrive until the time you leave.  And trust me, I’m going to make sure that you do!”
     Rosa leaned over toward him.  Her voice dropped just a hair.  “And now here’s the kicker.  There is a way out of this for you…there always has been.  But I’m not going to tell you what it is.  If you find it, then I’ll actually be very glad for you.  But if not?  Well, I’ve already told you a little of what’s in store for you.”  She stood up straight again.  “And unfortunately, I’ve decided that there will now be a time limit on your way out!”
     Brian had no idea what she was talking about.  A way out of it?  It seemed too good to be true!  But he had no idea what it could possibly be.  She had left him with a puzzle to solve.  But not one clue to solve it with.
     Rosa glanced again at Wolf who was now sitting next to the door.  He had to go out for sure.  It was time for Brian to go out too…and then home.  She walked over to the door and flipped the light switch that would turn on the flood lights for her porch and back yard.  She opened the door and Wolf almost forced his way out past her.  “Let’s go,” she said to Brian.  You can go home just as soon as you and Wolfie finish your business out back.”
     Brian crawled out onto the porch.  His head was swimming over everything she had just told him.  She was going to keep making him act like a dog?  For how long?  And what was his way out of it?  And why, why, why was she doing this to him?  He had no answers, and unfortunately, no options either.  He followed Wolf down the steps and out into the yard in a semi-daze, still trying to comprehend it all.  She hurt men for a living?  Professionally?  Yet, he believed that one all too much.  The rest of it was still all too hard to accept. 
     He finally glanced up.   Wolf was way in the back of the lot, doing more than just wetting something.  He felt no need, fortunately, to do what Wolf was, but he did have a slight urge to pee.  He glanced back at the porch.  She was watching.  This afternoon he had just squatted and peed on the grass.  He had a feeling she wouldn’t let him get by with doing it that way if she saw him.  So he crawled over to one of the trees and raised his leg a little bit to pee.  The fact that he wasn’t hitting the tree at all didn’t even bother him.  When he was done, he crawled back toward the porch. 
     Wolf had finished his business by then and bounded up to him, jumping on him and trying to play, but Brian didn’t feel much like playing just then. 
      “Are you ready to go home now?” Rosa asked, knowing that he couldn’t answer her.  She grabbed the clothes he had worn that morning and carried them down the steps and all the way to her gate where she laid them over the fence between their properties.  Brain crawled along behind her with Wolf running around both of them.  She finally knelt down and removed the tape from Brian’s hands.  He started to open his fingers.  “No!” she ordered quickly.  “Not until you’re home!” Brian immediately put his hands back down and left them curled up.  He would be away from her soon…he hoped. 
     She pointed at Wolf.  “Stay,” she ordered.  Wolf stopped short, unsure of what was going on.  Rosa opened the gate and let Brian crawl through, then she shut it again.  “See you tomorrow,” she said to him.
     Brian crawled all the way up to his clothes.  Then, almost fearing her wrath, he quickly got to his feet.  He grabbed the clothes and made a mad dash into his house where he closed and locked the door behind him.  He showered, then took a long hot bath to soak away his aches and pains. 
     Then, because he had eaten mostly dog food for dinner, he opened his refrigerator to get something decent to eat.  But just the thought of eating suddenly turned his stomach and he closed his refrigerator again. 
     He went to bed that night, praying for his phone to ring in the morning with a teaching job.

Friday, November 9, 2018

Training with Wolfie - Chapter 4 – Part 2 of 3

Training With Wolfie
By Karen Singer

Chapter 4 – Part 2 of 3

     Rosa’s doorbell rang and she went to answer it.  She could immediately hear Wolfie barking outside at the back door.  She ignored him and opened her front door.  Connie was there with a large bag in her hand.  “I brought some rotisserie chicken,” Connie said as she held the bag up.  I figured it would be good and also easy to cut up if you needed to. 
     Rosa smiled.  “Sounds perfect,” she declared as she let her friend in.  She could still hear Wolfie barking out back.  She led the way to the kitchen where Connie simply set the bag down on the counter while Rosa went to her back door and yelled at Wolf to stop.  The dog did stop barking, but not without a few extra ones to show that he was still upset. 
     Connie poked her head around Rosa’s back to look through her back door.  She saw Brian sitting on the back deck.  “How’s Brian doing?” she asked. 
     Instead of answering, Rosa opened the door and went outside.  Connie followed.  Wolf immediately came up to her and sniffed her carefully before finally wandering off. 
     As soon as Wolf was gone, Connie noticed the look on Brian’s face.  He looked troubled, or angry, or something.  Not his usual self.  Then she noticed the tape wrapped around his hands.  She desperately wanted to say something about it, but she stopped herself.  Still….  “I see you’ve been busy with him again,” she noted. 
      “I just did that a few minutes ago,” Rosa replied.  “I don’t think the shock has worn off yet.”
      “No, not yet,” Connie agreed.  Connie wanted to ask more questions, but she knew they were not questions she could ask directly in front of Brian. 
      “Shall we go in and start putting lunch together?” Rosa suggested. 
      “Yeah, good idea,” Connie replied, anxious to talk to her friend privately about Brian. 
     Brian saw them heading toward the door, and realized that he still needed to pee.  He didn’t want to have to wait too long.  He wasn’t even sure how he was going to manage it with his hands all taped up.  The two women were going through the back door.  Quickly he let out three loud barks.  Rosa stopped in her tracks and looked back at him.  He barked three times again. 
     Rosa stuck her head back out through the door.  “Do you need to pee?” she asked him.  Again Brian barked three times.  He did see her smile though. 
     Rosa stuck her head back inside for a moment.  “You might want to watch this, she said to Connie.  Since he doesn’t have hands anymore, he’s about to be in for yet another little surprise.  Maybe a big one.” 
     Connie followed Rosa back outside.  Brian was just crawling up to her.  But as soon as Connie came out again, she closed the door to the house. 
      “Sit!” Rosa ordered as she stood over him.
     Hating having to do it, Brian settled back to his odd kneeling position again and looked up at her, waiting for her to let him inside.
      “Since you don’t have hands anymore,” Rosa said to him, “then I’m sure you realize that using the bathroom will be pretty much impossible for you.  Just think, how would you even unzip your pants?  So I’m afraid we’re going to have to make another little adjustment here to help you out. 
     Brian was instantly afraid again.  He still hadn’t fully registered what she had just done to his hands.  Now she was going to do something else? 
      “Stand!” Rosa ordered.  She waited until he was once again on all fours.  Then she moved around behind him.
     Still fearful and totally bewildered, Brian suddenly felt her straddling over top of him.  Then, before he knew it, her arms were going under him at his waist.  She was unbuckling his belt.  It certainly wasn’t a dog sound that escaped his throat.  “Ahhhh!” he moaned loudly in protest.  She was instantly off of him.  Faster than he could react, he saw her grab her rolled-up newspaper.  Then suddenly she was all over him, hitting his back, his shoulders, and his backside – over and over again.
      “What did I tell you?  Dog sounds only!” Rosa yelled.  “Dog sounds only!”
     Brian was crying before she finished hitting him.  He knew the sounds of his crying weren’t exactly dog sounds, but he couldn’t help himself from making them.  Fortunately, Rosa seemed to be ignoring them as she set her newspaper down next to her.  Then she was back, standing over top of him again.  Her hands went back under him and he felt her unbuckling his belt.  He did nothing at all to stop her this time.  He felt her unfastening his pants, pulling the zipper apart.  Then she was at his feet, pulling his shoes and socks off.  He knew what she was doing to him, yet he was helpless to stop her.  Hating and dreading it, he felt her roughly grab his pants and pull them off of him.  His underwear quickly followed, leaving him totally exposed…and right in front of her friend!  Then, she was pulling at his shirt, pulling that up and over his head, leaving him completely naked with no clothes on at all.  He shivered in the spring weather as the breeze suddenly washed over his naked body. 
      “There!  That’s much better,” Rosa declared.  “Now those nasty clothes won’t be in your way anymore.  Now you can just go down into the yard and go like Wolfie does.”    
     Brian was too shocked to move.  Go like Wolfie?  He couldn’t!
      “I know you have to go,” Rosa said.  “Get to it!”
     But Brian was still afraid to do it.  Not like she wanted.
      “Go!” she ordered.
     Fearing her, Brian slowly crawled toward the steps.  He carefully made his way down them and out into the yard.  Go?  Like Wolf?  He looked around.  Where was he supposed to do it?  He looked back up to the porch to see both Rosa and Connie watching him carefully.  He looked around for someplace that would be more private, where they couldn’t see him – but there was no place safe anywhere around. 
     Wolf was suddenly there, next to him, jumping on him, trying to play with him.  But he still had to pee, and Rosa and her friend were still watching him. 
      “Don’t forget to lift your leg like Wolfie does,” Rosa called down from the porch.  Seeing he was still hesitating, she added, “Maybe you can try using some of the same things to pee against that he uses.  Maybe that will help you.”  She heard Connie start giggling uncontrollably next to her.
     Brian couldn’t believe it.  She wanted him to do this exactly the way Wolf did it.  Having little choice in the matter, he finally went over next to some of the bushes up against the porch.  He lifted his leg, but as he did so, he realized that he was probably giving the women a perfect view of his private parts underneath.  He set his leg back down again.  But where was he supposed to go?  Of course there were all the other trees in the yard that Wolf peed against regularly. 
     But now Wolf was not only trying to play with him, Wolf was sniffing all too closely at his private parts too.  He wanted to tell the dog to go away, but how could he if he wasn’t allowed to talk?  “We’re waiting,” Rosa’s voice came from the porch above him.  The women were waiting to see him humiliate himself in front of them…and Wolf was still sniffing all too closely at him.  He needed Wolf to get out of the way.  In desperation, he whined a bit at the big dog.  Wolf picked his head up, but did little else.  Having no other options now, Brian finally lifted his leg again…somewhat, and let loose his pee.  Wolf was instantly under him, sniffing at it while he was doing it.  He heard the women laughing at him from above.  He really hated himself just then. 
     The second that he finished, he lowered his leg again and crawled away as fast as he could.  Wolf followed right with him.  The moment he stopped, he felt Wolf under him again, sniffing at him.  Suddenly, Wolf’s rough tongue started licking him right where it shouldn’t.  He crawled away again, trying to get away from Wolf, but it was impossible.  Every time he moved, the big dog moved with him and of course, Wolf was much faster and much more agile than he was.  Again and again, Wolf’s tongue licked at his private parts.  Why wouldn’t the dog stop?  Finally, having no place to go, he stood still.  Wolf again licked him thoroughly, then finally stopped.  Brian felt totally humiliated, and for the first time in a few minutes, he remembered his problem with his hands.  He picked one up and tried to open it again – useless! 
     Wolf was on him again, this time, jumping on his back, trying to get him to play again.  How could he?  He crawled this way and that, trying to get away from Wolf, but the big dog just thought it was all part of the game and jumped on him each time.  Brian looked back up to the deck for the women in hopes that maybe one of them could help him…as if they would, and saw that they were both gone.  He was on his own now, playing this strange new game with Wolf.

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      “Now that was priceless!” Connie declared the moment they were inside again.  She was still chuckling over it. 
     Rosa pulled the chicken out of the bag that Connie had brought when she arrived.  It was a whole rotisserie chicken.  She grabbed a knife to cut it up with.  “I’m afraid that that’s just one of the little changes he’s in store for now.  Without the use of his hands, there’s all kinds of things he won’t be able to do.
     Connie glanced at the table.  “Like eating at the table?” she asked, trying to stifle more giggling. 
      “Exactly!” Rosa declared.  “He won’t be able to do it.”  She sighed, but it was a mock sigh.  “I’m afraid we’re just going to have to set a plate out on the floor for him.” 
     Connie giggled yet again as she grabbed some plates out of Rosa’s cabinet.  “And that’s why you wanted to make sure I brought something that could be cut up!” Connie replied.
     Rosa just looked at her and smiled.  Connie set two of the plates on the table and the third one on the counter.  Then she reached for some glasses.  She pulled two out and reached for a third, then stopped herself.  “How about to drink?” she asked.  “Do I get him a glass?”
      “Of course not,” Rosa replied, never looking up from the chicken she was cutting.  “How would he grab it?”
      “So what do I get him?” Connie asked. 
     Rosa reached into another cupboard and brought out a large bowl.  “Here, fill this with water for him.”  Connie took the bowl with another giggle.

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     It wasn’t bad enough that Wolf kept jumping all over him to play with him.  Actually, Brian had seen dogs do that together when they played all the time.  The problem now was that he was fairly certain that Wolf was occasionally trying to “hump” him.  So when Rosa whistled from the porch, calling them in, he wasn’t just glad, he was relieved.  Especially when Wolf left him and took off like a shot for the porch.  Brian simply did his best to hurry along behind.  “Lunch time,” Rosa called. 
     Wolf was there quickly and Rosa let him into the house.  By the time Brian got there, only Connie was at the door.  She let him inside.  Would she finally untape his hands so he could eat?  He hoped so!  He crawled up to the table, waiting for her to give him the go-ahead that he could sit down and eat.  Even naked and embarrassed as he was about it, he expected her to do that. 
     Rosa finally gave Wolf his usual large treat which the big dog took greedily.  Brian was still waiting next to the chair he usually used.  But then he saw her putting down a plate full of chicken on the floor. 
      “This one’s for you, Brian.  I’m sure you’ll agree that eating at the table is now quite impossible for you, just like many other things.”  She looked over at Wolf who had spotted the plate and was sniffing the air all too actively.  “I suggest you eat this quickly, before Wolf gets it, because there won’t be any more.”
     Rosa sat down and Brian slumped back on his feet in shock.  Eat from the floor?  Like a dog?  But wasn’t that exactly what she seemed to be turning him into?  This was just one more example.  He saw Wolf suddenly get up and head for the plate of chicken she had put out for him.
      “You better move him off,” Rosa commented, now seated at the table, because like I said, there won’t be any more.
     But Brian wasn’t about to go through this indignity too.  He crawled away from the table, and away from Wolf, back toward the porch door, where he laid down on the floor out of the way. 
      “Suit yourself,” Rosa said as her last comment, while Wolf quickly gobbled down Brian’s lunch.
     After lunch Rosa let Brian and Wolf stay in the house for a while.  Wolf took another of his many naps, and Brian simply laid quietly while he sulked and felt sorry for himself.  Rosa and her friend spent a long time talking during lunch about remodeling her house, then after lunch, they went into the living room to talk while Brian and Wolf “slept” lunch off in the kitchen. 
     In the living room, Connie talked quietly with Rosa.  “So are you going to keep taping his hands up like that?” Connie asked.
      “For now,” Rosa replied.  “Actually, I was considering calling on the talents of Mr. Tolliver.  That is, if Brian still hasn’t gotten up enough nerve to fight back by tomorrow.”
      “You mean Edward Tolliver?” 
      “You know him?”
      “Oh, he does beautiful work.  I have several leather corsets that he made.  The man is a genius!”
      “That’s why I’m thinking of calling on him.  And I think I’ve still got one or two things that he made for me long ago lying around here somewhere too.”
     Connie giggled.  “You should get something for yourself while you’re at it.”
     Rosa shook her head.  “Not this time.  But I’m sure that I’ll wind up paying him plenty for his services.”
      “He’s worth it though.”
     Rosa nodded.  “He always has been in the past.”
     Connie paused before saying anything else.  “You said we could talk a bit more about a temporary house for me?”
     Rosa smiled.  She nodded her head towards the kitchen where Brian and Wolf were sleeping.  “His place…right next door.”
      “His place?  But how about him?  Is he leaving?”
     Rosa smiled to herself.  “Yes, and no.”  She shook her head.  “He’s been late more times with his rent than he’s been on time.  And lately, I haven’t seen him going to work as much as he used to.  Plus, with the way things are going right now with him, I’m probably going to be moving him in here with me for a while.”
      “In with you?  When he can’t pay rent?”
     Rosa nodded, then put a wicked smile on her face.  Of course, he’ll be living here permanently during that time as a dog.  But then, since he can’t pay his bills and he can’t find another job either, then maybe it will be for the best.”
     Connie was amazed.  “You actually intend on doing this?”
     Rosa nodded. “Yep!  If he doesn’t get up enough backbone to fight back pretty soon.”
      “And how soon before you know for sure?”
     Rosa shook her head.  “It’s hard to say, but the way things are going, it’s looking like he has less and less of a chance.  I’d say that the absolute deadline will be by the time Mr. Tolliver comes up with something for me.  After that, it’s all over for him.”
      “Or maybe just beginning.”
      “Most likely,” Rosa agreed.
      “And how about me?” Connie asked.
      “Don’t worry.  If Brian’s house doesn’t open up, I’ve still got another one that my people are working on right now that will be available by then.  I’ll hold it for you.  But his place is definitely better.”
     Connie smiled.  “Thanks Rosa, you’re the best!  I really appreciate it.”
      “Don’t mention it.  What are friends for?  Besides, you’re in the business.  Maybe with you living next door for a while, you can help out with Brian occasionally.”
     Connie smiled knowingly.  “Sounds like fun!”
     Connie left soon afterwards and the door opening awakened Wolf who immediately started barking again.
      “Quiet Wolf!” Rosa yelled from the front door as she watched Connie walking back out towards her car.  She closed the door and headed back toward the kitchen.  Wolf was just coming out towards her…and the front door.  “If there’s one thing I hope we can achieve this summer,” she said to her big dog, “it’s to get you under control!  You’re a pest!”
     Wolf, not really knowing, or caring, if she was yelling at him or just talking to him, went up and sat right down in front of her.  She reached down and scratched behind the big dog’s ears.  “You crazy monster,” she said affectionately.  Wolf simply loved the attention.
     In the kitchen, Brian had heard Rosa complaining about Wolf’s behavior and her desire to get Wolf better trained.  Was she really using him to try to train Wolf better?  It certainly didn’t seem like it.  Lately, everything she seemed to be doing was aimed solely at him.  He looked up as she entered the kitchen. 
      “Training time again, boys,” she announced as she went to her counter and grabbed her box of dog treats.
     Brian wasn’t happy to hear that.  He was still sulking over being naked, and not having the use of his hands, and in general – her trying to treat him like a stupid dog!  He was especially feeling weird about being naked – and in front of her and her friend too!  At least her friend had left now.