Date: Fri, 24 Oct 2008 20:15:12 +0000 (GMT)
From: Beverly Taff
Subject: Dog Day Afternoon Chapter 22

Two by Two.
Chapter 10.

	The next morning was a Monday and Vicky had to go to work.  Sally
the nanny arrived very early before six o'clock and let herself in to find
Vicky and Staz still in bed.  During the week she lived in but on weekends
she was free.  Usually she came back late on Sunday night but recently she
had met someone so she was sleeping over.  Now she had started coming back
very early on Monday mornings.  Normally, she slept through when Vicky went
to work and only rose when the children woke her.  This morning she was
happy so she prepared a breakfast tray and knocked gently on the bedroom
door.

	"Who is it?" replied Vicky melodiously.

	"It's Sally.  I've brought you breakfast."

	"Oh thank you.  You didn't have to do that.  Come in darling."

Sally eased the door open and smiled knowingly as she found Vicky and Staz
still tied.

"D'you need a hand ma-am?"  Asked Sally solicitously.

	"Uuhm.  I might.  "Replied Vicky a little self-consciously.

	Sally had been a nurse before becoming Vicky's Nanny and she knew a
thing or two about reducing the passions of oversexed patients.  She raised
her eyebrows inquisitively and Vicky reluctantly pulled back the bedclothes
to reveal her condition.

"Oh.  You're still knotted together."

	"There's a bit more to it than that.  I can't release Staz
voluntarily.  My sphincter has a mind of it's own."

	Sally felt her own sphincter tighten provocatively around her own
pussy plug as she considered Vicky's condition.  A warmth radiated from her
clitoris and she squeezed her thighs together.  Vicky noticed the reaction
and smiled sympathetically.

	"Mmmmm.  Nice isn't it?"

	Sally nodded with a smile and gently reached between Vicky and Staz
to investigate their attachment.  Vicky pulled a wry smile.

	"It's no good trying to flick his dick.  My sphincter has got him
tight.  We'll just have to wait.  I don't have to be in college until ten
so there's over three hours.  Can you pass me my split crotch teddy and
matching peignoir?"

	Sally took the beautiful lingerie from the drawer and helped Vicky
put it on.  Gently they worked the split swallowtails of the teddy around
Staz's cock and then popped them to the longer butt thong that pulled up
into Vicky's bum cleft.  Staz twitched appreciatively as he felt the silky
frills tickle his cock root.  After slipping the peignoir over her
shoulders and tying it beneath her bust, Vicky was able to rise with
decorum.  She sat on the side of the bed and ate her breakfast whilst Staz
stood in front of her with his cock hinged backwards and still embedded
tight inside her pussy ring.  Sally sat on the bedside chair and fed Staz
some juicy titbits.  Staz now had human tastes and he ate off a spoon quite
readily provided one of the girls spoon-fed him.  Staz wagged his tail
appreciatively and his thick bushy brush sent ripples of lust through
Vicky's loins as it swept across her tummy under the peignoir.

	"Ooohh!  Stop that darling.  My sphincter will never release you."

	"He stopped immediately and Sally grinned knowingly."

	"It's a good job he understands you so well.  He's marvellous with
the children."





Staz felt a little miffed that Sally should speak of him in the third
person in his presence but he could do little about it just then.  He
wanted to reveal his secret speech to Sally but felt it needed more
discussion with Vicky.  He would broach the subject when they went to the
bathroom.  He finished eating and wiggled his flanks to signal his wish to
go into the kitchen.  Vicky recognised his intentions and set the tray
aside to go and finish her coffee at the table.  She sat on an
old-fashioned kitchen wheel-back chair whilst Sally sat opposite her.  Staz
was under the table with his nose in Sally's lap sipping coffee through a
tube that Sally held for him.  When he had finished, Sally clamped the tube
to prevent spillage and Staz discreetly pushed his nose under her
mini-skirt.  His actions immediately aroused Sally and he smelt her coming
into heat.  A delicate investigation with his nose located the poppers of
her teddy and within seconds, Sally's pussy was naked.  She wasn't wearing
panties, just garters attached to her teddy and holding up her stockings.
Vicky heard the feint pop of the crotch fastenings and smiled knowingly at
Sally.  Sally squirmed slightly with embarrassed pleasure and her face
reddened.

"It's all right dear," smiled Vicky.  "I understand.  Just take precautions
with contraception.  You've got all day to play whilst I'm out.  It will be
part of your duties from now on and it will mean extra pay.  It's the only
way to keep him from wandering."

"Sally was by now a confirmed `dog-lover' and the idea of extra pay for
doing something she enjoyed left a warm happy feeling in her heart.  This
accelerated her `condition' and Staz licked greedily at her juices.  Sally
shuddered with pleasure and Vicky had to bring some semblance of order to
the table.

"Come on now.  Somehow we've got to find a way of getting us separated.  "I
have to go to the bathroom."

	Staz reluctantly backed his nose out of Sally's honey pot and
padded to the bathroom towing Vicky behind him.  He also wanted to pee.  In
the bathroom, they studied the lavatory pan and tried to decide how Vicky
could relieve herself.  She at least had her urethra set outside her pussy
and she could relieve herself even if it meant soaking Staz's cock with her
pee.

	"I'm bursting!"  She squeaked.

	"So am I!"  Replied Staz.

	"Shhh.  Sally will hear you!"

	"I wanted to talk about that.  I think it's would be best if she
knew.  It would make things much easier when we look after the children."

	"D'you think she could keep it a secret?"

	"She's kept our relationships a secret," countered Staz.

	"Yes but this is a bit different.  A talking dog-."

	"She knows it's me inside Zac's body.  It's but a small step to
talking.  We communicate by computer even now."

	Vicky thought about it and finally conceded Staz's logic.  She felt
nervous about it and decided to break the news herself; gently.

Right now her most pressing need was to pee!  Reluctantly, she lowered
herself gently onto the lavatory seat and Staz bent his back legs as her
sphincter tugged him down and back.

"You're going to splash all over my cock."  He warned.

"I know.  I'm sorry.  I'll wipe it clean.  How are you going to pee?  I
don't want you peeing inside me!"

"I think I can hold it a while longer but you're going to have to release
me soon."

Vicky sucked her lip thoughtfully then the urge to pee overwhelmed her and
she had to let go.  To her delight, with the first spurt of relief, she
felt her sphincter relax.  Staz immediately responded and felt his cock
pulling free.

	"There must be some relationship between my bladder and my
sphincter," observed Vicky.

	"That would make sense," agreed Staz.  "It could be similar to the
male prostrate gland and the orgasm ejaculation spasm."

	"Well thank goodness for that!  I'm empty now."

	"Good.  Wipe us both clean and then we can withdraw your tubercle."

	"It's a good job you're a doctor and I'm a vet," giggled Vicky as
her tubercle emerged and Staz gently extracted his penis.

	She felt the familiar pleasurable twinge of pain then Staz turned
around to sit and face her.  She parted her legs and Staz gently tongued
her tubercle back up into her scabbard.  Vicky squirmed with delight then
stood up and removed her lingerie.

"You'd better go and shower," suggested Staz.  "I'll join you after I've
relieved myself.

"Can you fetch my pussy plug please?"

Staz nodded as he manoeuvred himself onto the pan and relieved himself
gratefully. After completing his needs, he flushed to lavatory then padded
off to their bedroom to get Vicky's pussy plug from her drawer.  As he
passed Sally's bedroom, he saw her busily working her finger against her
clitty.  She saw him gazing dolefully through the door then grinned
hopefully.  Staz wagged his head silently and proceeded to fetch Vicky's
dildo.  He then joined Vicky in the shower.  It was nearly nine o'clock
before Staz was finally dry.  Despite Vicky having bought the largest hair
dryer she could find, Staz's thick bushy coat still took nearly an hour to
dry.  There was also the lesser matter of Vicky's long wavy hair.

When Vicky emerged from her bedroom ready for work she knocked gently on
Sally's bedroom door.

"Can I come in?"

There was a soft click as Sally switched off her vibrator then a hoarse
`Yes'.

Vicky entered and ignored Sally's bright red complexion as she settled on
the bed.

Sally smiled nervously but Vicky's body language quickly reassured her.

"It's OK.  I know you are a young woman with needs but I have something
very important to tell you."

"What?"  Asked Sally curiously.

"You will have to sign a promise to keep it a complete secret."

"Is it legal?  I won't sign anything illegal."

Sally already knew that in some states her relationship with Beverly's dog
Billy was illegal and she was not sure if it was not a Federal offence.
Vicky's permission for her to shag with Staz had set her back a little but
she was keen to try it.  Her new sphincter had made sex extra interesting
but she was now wary of sex with a man.

`What would happen if her sphincter clamped too tight around a man's cock?'
She often asked herself.

Her new relationship with the girl in the café opposite the park had not
matured to total intimacy and although they had slept together several
weekends, they had not yet even explored each other's bodies.  She was
nervous in case Vicky disapproved of it.  Her post as Nanny was well paid
and she didn't want to lose it.  Vicky reassured her again.

"No.  It's not illegal.  It's just important that other people don't find
out."

"You mean about us?  The dogs and all that?"

"Partly," finished Vicky.  "But there's more to this than that now."

"Go on."  Pressed Sally nervously

	"It's about Staz.  There's something special about him"

	"What?"

	"Well sign this promise of secrecy then I will tell you.  It's all
perfectly legal."

Sally read the agreement and deemed it OK.  She was not a lawyer but the
agreement was only one line long and in simple words.  All she had to do
was not reveal any facts about the dog Staz.  She shrugged and signed it.

"Good." smiled Vicky as she removed a carbon copy from beneath.  "Here's
your copy.  That's all it says.  You agree not to reveal any secrets or
confidences about Staz.  Nothing could be simpler.  Now d'you want to know
his secret?"

"Yes please."  Replied a bemused Sally.

"Well as you already know, after the terrible accident, Steve agreed to
have his perfectly functional brain transplanted into Zac's perfectly
functional body.  Steve was left a quadriplegic and Zac's brain was
destroyed by the impact.  Our solution was to transplant Steve's brain and
the residue of Zac's functional brain into Zac's beautiful body.  We
renamed the duo Staz as a sort of part Steve and part Zac symbiosis."

"Yes I know all this.  So what's the big secret?"

"Well things have gone further than we expected inside Staz's head.
Steve's speech functions have somehow learned to operate Zac's canine vocal
chords.  Staz is now able to talk.  It's a bit distorted what with all the
canine mouth functions but Staz can now communicate in human speech.  Would
you like to come and talk to him?"

Sally's heart missed a beat as she contemplated this delightful treat.  She
sat up in the bed like a child on Christmas morning and grabbed a peignoir.

"Would I just?  Do bears shit in the woods?"

With no more ado, they joined Staz in Vicky's bedroom and fell immediately
into conversation.  Sally was absolutely ecstatic.  Vicky grinned knowingly
and collected her car keys of the dressing table in a clear indicator of
her intent.

"I'll leave you two to get on then.  I'm off to work."

As her heels clicked purposefully down the hall Sally stared into Staz's
eyes.

"When did this develop?"  She quizzed.

"Over the past few days.  I've been practising privately and now it's about
OK.  I don't think it gets any better."

"It doesn't need to.  You know I've got to tap off your excess urges.  Can
we start now?"

"You bet!  Woof, woof!"  Barked Staz, in a mimic of a dog's bark.

"Can you still bark properly?"

To demonstrate, Staz let out a full-throated bark followed by a brief run
of a natural dog's repertoire.  This was a series of growls whines yelps
and snarls to order.  Sally was satisfied that they could still communicate
in the park like an ordinary girl and dog relationship.  She hugged herself
with delight at the thought of having a full-blown relationship with
Vicky's partner.

It seemed that the Vicky, Betty, Jacky, Dido, the real dog and herself were
to be submissive bitches in Staz's pack.  Beverly of course, was Billy's
bitch as was Zeta

However the action swung in all directions and Sally knew that all the
other girls had now shared Billy and Staz.  It puzzled her that Staz and
Billy didn't fight; for dominance as it were.  She asked Staz as she
clambered between the sheets and he explained briefly as she spread her
thighs and invited him to penetrate her.

"I don't go at it like a bull at a gate darling," Staz explained.  "There's
a lot of foreplay first."

Sally squirmed erotically as he gently rasped his long sloppy tongue across
her nipples and she gasped as that familiar warm damp feeling spread up
from her core and her nipples stiffened responsively.

"Hell, that's nice!  You're better than a real man.  This is sooo-oo good,"
she sighed.







After Vicky left, Sally was left to look after the children, dogs and
house.

As a special treat, she took everybody to Molly's boutique and indulged
herself by buying some stuff for the children.  She and Molly chatted
happily about the family and they went for a cup of coffee at lunchtime.

At the edge of the park there was a café that catered for joggers and their
dogs.  Sally and Molly knew it well.  Both of them had often accompanied
Vicky, Betty, Beverly and Jacky during their forays into the park.
Furthermore, the proprietor at the café knew Staz, and the other dogs well.
There was almost a permanent table set aside for the group.

  Today however Only Sally, Molly and the children arrived with the `dogs'.
Midweek lunchtimes were usually quiet and the restaurateur worked alone.  A
girl came in during the early evenings to help with the extra work.  The
café catered mainly to the evening joggers and weekend trade.  After Sally
and Molly were served, the café owner arrived to join them at their table.

Her name was Jane but Sally and Molly knew her to be a very attractive and
passable transvestite.  Molly recognised one of her blouses from the
boutique under Jane's overall.  The café was quiet and they chatted
amiably.  Sally was very fond of Jane.  She had met her in the gay village
and knew her to be one of Beverly's protégé's from Jack's bar.  As they
chatted and giggled, Sally became even more enchanted with Jane's
delightful wit and conversation.

"You'd make an excellent drag comedienne," she giggled.  "You really should
go on the stage."

"Not me darling," sighed Jane, "I'm a full time transvestite not just a
drag queen.  What you see is what you get.  I live full time as a girl.
It's not a joke or a hobby."

"Are you going to get a sex change?"  Asked Molly.

"Not likely love!"  Gasped a startled Jane.  "I'm heterosexual.  I like
girls. I like them so much, I like to live and dress like one, -full time!
I really envy their lifestyle."

"But don't you like to you know, sleep with them?"

Jane's eyes lowered painfully.

"Of course I would.  I'd love to live with one.  I'd like to have children
and raise a family but I've been there before.  It doesn't work.  I am what
I am.  You know how the song goes."

Sally felt a twinge of sorrow.  She really liked Jane.  As a woman Jane was
extremely attractive and she even had the rounded shape of a girl.  Unable
to resist her own strange leanings, Sally gently reached around Jane's
slender waist and pulled her close to her.  Their soft rounded bottoms
squeezed together as Sally whispered in her ear.

"I could really fall for you love,"

Jane tensed cautiously.  She had received dozens of offers in her time;
usually from ill informed and misdirected men.  Occasionally from a bull
dyke seeking to `get revenge on men'.  Another bizarre scenario had been a
lesbian pair looking for a sperm donor.  The variety and deviancy of
bizarre sexual offers had left her Jane world weary and doubly cautious.

`Could this be yet another sexual deviant seeking a cheap thrill,' she
wondered.

Despite her reservations, Jane felt tempted.  Sally was really attractive.
Jane had never received an offer from such a delightfully feminine person
as Sally.  Jane looked at Vicky's triplets and wondered.

`Sally was obviously good with children.  She had been the children's nanny
for a long time.  The children and the dogs were perfect testimony to
Sally's caring nature.  The children were a delight to have in the café and
the dogs were absolutely superb in their obedience.  If the children and
dogs were any indicator of Sally's parenting skills, she would make a
wonderful mother.'

Jane asked herself again.  `Could Sally really accept Jane's transvestism
and all the social pressure that it brought?'

`No,' Jane concluded.  `She had been there before, and felt the hurt of
subsequent separation.  `Best to stop it now, before it got started.'

`Jane had been honest and open with her last wife.  She had even met her
whilst cross-dressed and been living as a girl from day one.  It had been a
whirlwind romance followed by a few intense years of passion then the
cracks had appeared.  Eventually Jane's wife had decided she could not
handle the stress.  It was the knowing looks from café clientele, the
whispered asides when she served at the tables.  The shocked responses from
her family and a myriad other little factors that eventually accumulated to
overload the marriage.  She finally packed her bags and won custody of
their child.  Jane's pleas in the court had counted for nothing.  She was
even denied access to her child based on `Possible emotional harm caused by
the father's transvestism'.  Any `emotional harm' done to Jane, the father,
was utterly discounted.

Jane was not going to be hurt again.  She had nearly lost her café because
of the generous separation settlement.  It was only because of the
emotional and financial support of Beverly and Vicky that she had made it
through the following year.

`Once bit; twice shy,' had been Jane's philosophy from then on.  She was
now thirty years old and retained her stunning good looks that still turned
heads.  Her attractive exterior however, belied a suspicious, street-wise,
hard-bitten businesswoman.  She was not going to betray Beverly and Vicky
her only true friends, by getting emotionally entangled with her nanny and
then go through all the trouble of another bitter divorce.

Reluctantly, (for Sally was a deliciously attractive girl,) Jane eased
herself from Sally's embrace and started to gather the coffee cups.  Molly
detected the confused disappointment in Sally's eyes and resolved to
explain things later.  As they drove back to the boutique, Molly explained
about Jane's past.

Sally was disappointed and hurt.  She had turned down hundreds of offers
because she knew that men were only interested in her looks.  If they
discovered her strange propensities for wanting her male partners to dress
as women they would immediately break off and run a mile.  Jane was the
only one whom she knew for certain always lived and dressed as a woman.



Indeed, Sally had always thought Jane was a woman until Beverly had let
slip her secret by accident when they were discussing Jane's financial
recovery.  Ever since that moment, Sally had been hoping to develop a
relationship.  Jane's visit to their table when the café was otherwise
empty had been a perfect opportunity for Sally to display her feelings.  As
Sally saw it, she and Jane would make a perfect couple.  Jane's gentle but
firm rejection of her advances had hurt Sally to the core.  She had openly
displayed and demonstrated her attraction only to have her emotions smashed
to the ground.

Never had Sally felt so vulnerable and wounded.  She had never felt the
pain of such total and instant rejection before.  Molly tried to ease
Sally's hurt.

"Look darling.  Jane's been terribly hurt.  The divorce, the separation
from her only child, the legal smears campaign around her transvestism and
finally the near loss of her café through the divorce settlement.  Her café
was the only livelihood she had that accommodated her transvestism, if
she'd lost that, she'd have ended up as a transvestite whore in the gutter.
Have I missed anything?"

Sally sat silent in the car as the children played in the back.  Staz
listened with interest for he knew the whole story.  It was he and Vicky
who had joined with Beverly to help Jane out.  He listened as Sally
mumbled.

"But if I could only get her to understand.  I want my male partner to be
like a woman.  Big rough hairy men frighten me!  We would be ideally
suited!"

"Then I suggest you start visiting her café every day and try developing a
relationship.  Be a bit more tactful, don't just plunge in and assume
she'll act like any other man and feel complimented by your advances.
Jane's more vulnerable than an ordinary woman.  Just look at her.  She's
small and weak like a woman yet she's vulnerable to homosexual rape.  Just
imagine if a rapist attacked her then discovered she was a boy."

Staz barked and Sally turned to acknowledge his remark.  Sally knew all
about Staz's human condition but she did not know he could talk.  She liked
Staz and she had every reason to be thankful for his and Billy's presence
during their visits to the park.  They both knew what would happen to Jane
if some rapist discovered her true physical sex.

"I see I'll have to be a bit more circumspect," mumbled Sally Court her
properly as it where."

"That would be what I would suggest.  Just don't go in like you did today.
Jane is vulnerable."

They arrived at Molly's boutique and Sally set her down before returning
home.  Once at home she played with the children then prepared the evening
meal.  She took the children to meet Vicky as she locked up the surgery
then they sat to dinner.  After a long chat, they prepared a strategy.

"Does Jane have a dog?"  Asked Sally.

"No."

"Then how does she get home after she shuts up the café?"

"She doesn't.  She lives over the shop.  Just like Beverly does at Jack's
club."

"So how should I go about it?"

"Do as Molly suggested.  Visit her café at lunchtime weekdays.  It's quiet
and you'll get a chance to talk.  Don't rush her!"

So Sally started doing as Vicky and Molly suggested and eventually a
friendship evolved.  After a few months, they started dating and Beverly
met them frequently at Jack's club.  Most evenings they could be seen
enjoying themselves in the later hours after Jane had closed up the café
and Sally's nannying duties were finished for the day.  Most of the club
deemed them to be a lesbian couple.  Only a few close friends knew
otherwise and they didn't talk much.  In Jack's club it was not an issue
and being as Jane passed easily, few even thought to ask.

It was a few months into the relationship that events took a turn for the
worse.  A man who was attracted to Jane took to stalking her.  He soon
discovered where she lived and worked so it was no difficulty to lie in
wait.  One evening, as Jane was setting out some rubbish behind her café
ready for the rubbish cart, the man attacked her and attempted to rape her.
When he discovered Jane was not a girl but a transvestite, his psychopathy
exploded out of control.  A late night customer finally heard Jane's
screams as he was getting into his car.  Had he not intervened, Jane would
have been left for dead.  Fortunately the customer was a hefty powerful man
and he managed to severely wound the attacker and spilt his blood
everywhere.  The attacker managed to escape but not before Jane's rescuer
had torn a hefty bunch of hair from his scalp.  This bleeding bit of scalp
was the best piece of evidence.  The hair colour was distinctive and there
was ample DNA.  The police soon had the attacker.  He turned out to be an
infrequent visitor to Jack's club.

Because Jane was legally a man, the attacker got off with the attempted
rape charge and as a consequence he was back on the streets within months.
His big mistake was to turn up again at Jack's club within weeks of his
being released.  Several regulars recalled his behaviour and at least a
dozen assorted individuals could attest to his having tried various
assaults on them.  He was banned from the club but that did not stop him
loitering around the streets in the gay village.  After several more
unsavoury incidents he finally tried another attack against Sally and Jane
as they left the club.  This time he more than met his match for Sally
rarely went anywhere without her favourite bitch, Dido.  As the attacker
made a grab for Sally's bag, the brave little bitch hurtled out of the car
and cornered him.  Her frantic barks attracted other attentions and within
moments, Billy appeared from the club.  The sight of the huge Alsatian dog
would have terrified even the bravest and the attacker fled, directly into
the path of a passing truck.  The dull thud told it's own story as he was
smashed across the street.  The attacker lost one arm and was left a
paraplegic.

When they heard of this, most of the club members thought it was rough
justice and they were satisfied with the outcome.  Jane however, was still
suffering from the results of the attack.  She wanted to really punish the
bastard.



One morning she saw him in his wheelchair in the park throwing food to the
ducks with his remaining good arm.  She could not resist the opportunity to
reveal herself to him.

"Not so tough now eh?"

The rapist turned fearfully as he recognised Jane and his face turned grey
with fear.

 "I - I'm sorry!  I don't know what drove me.  Please don't hurt me."

Suddenly Jane felt sorry for the poor bastard.  At first she could not
understand her strange change of feelings but the site of the helpless
bastard stuck in his wheel chair left her confused.  When she had seen him
at first, she had wanted to push man and chair into the lake then hold him
under until he drowned.  When she got close, the sheer helplessness of her
victim actually invoked pity for the sod.  Jane cursed her own soft gentle
humanity.  She just could not bring herself to kill him.  Instead she spat
at him then turned and walked away in confusion.

`She was just too gentle and sweet to be a killer!'

The man called after her and shouted further apologies but Jane was deaf to
his cries.  She resumed her jogging and her feet beat a tattoo on the
tarmac as she vented her frustration by sprinting around the lake.

She was busy setting out the café chairs when the familiar wheel chair
appeared in the gateway of the park then cautiously threaded its way across
the street.  Jane met him on the pavement, blocking his entry into her
cafe.

"Fuck off!"  She snarled.  "You're not wanted here."

"I only want to apologise.  To say I'm sorry."

"You're not bloody sorry, except for yourself!  If you were walking now,
you'd still be a danger!"

"Bugger off.  I'll call the police!  You might have got away with the rape
but you sure as hell won't get away with a harassment charge.  Now fuck
off!"

The man's head drooped and he turned to steer his way down the pavement,
(Sidewalk to my transatlantic readers,).  The chair whined as it wandered
off and he struggled to control it with one hand.  It was obvious that he
was still unfamiliar with the device.  Jane watched him disappear around
the block and wondered how he got around, whether he had a special car or
not.  Then a thought struck her.

`Perhaps he still lived locally.'

She locked up the café for it was still mid morning then she followed him
home.  Her suspicions were confirmed when she saw him struggle up a ramp
into a seedy apartment block.  He didn't even lock the door behind him.  In
fact, Jane reckoned he was unable to lock the door such were the extent of
his disabilities.

He became a familiar figure in the neighbourhood but few had any sympathy
for him.  He passed Jane's café every morning as he trundled to the park
but she was usually out jogging and happy to be well clear of him.  She
watched him occasionally feeding the ducks but she never stopped to talk to
him.

Because she jogged in the morning she never met Vicky or the other girls
but she met her own regular group and exchanged brief pleasantries as they
sometimes joined then separated during their routines.  One day she was
jogging home when she heard a splash followed by a cry for help.  She
turned to see her attacker sitting on his buggy in the lake with the ducks
scattering in all directions.  His bag of bread floated nearby and there
was nobody else around.  It was obvious that he had accidentally skidded or
driven into the lake.  She was tempted to ignore him but she could see that
the buggy was slowly toppling in the mud.  Reluctantly she snapped a branch
from a bush and trotted over to help.

Without speaking, she reached out and proffered the branch, which he seized
with his good hand.  His efforts toppled the buggy and he was forced to
simply clutch the branch as Jane dragged him to the edge.  There he flopped
and flapped like a stranded octopus utterly incapable of levering himself
back onto the path.  Jane was loath to touch him.  The memories of his
disgusting hands on her little body still gave her nightmares.  Instead,
she motioned to him to hold the branch tightly then she pulled hard and
dragged his useless body onto the path.  Once it was obvious he was not
going to drown or fall back, she turned and left without a word.  As far as
she was concerned her duty was done.

A few days later, a social worker appeared at her café.

"I'm told you are the one who pulled David from the Lake."

"Happen I did." Replied Jane taciturnly

"It was a good act, especially by you.  I'm not sure that I could have
brought myself to do it."

"So, you obviously know who I am and what he did to me.  What's your
point?"

"He wants to reward you, he wants to thank you."

"He can rot in hell.  He should still be in prison."

"He's from a wealthy family.  There's a substantial sum."

"Fuck him and his money!  It was that money which bought him a shyster
lawyer who got him off the rape charge.  Fuck them all I say."

She resumed setting out her chairs and left the social worker to finish her
coffee.

The following morning a letter arrived and with it a substantial cheque, a
very substantial cheque.  Jane was unsure what to do so she took it to the
police and explained her feelings.

"It's blood money.  He's trying to buy his conscience back.  I want him to
stop harassing me."

The station sergeant knew Jane well.  He often stopped for coffee because
her café had a clear view of the park gates.  He security camera had often
helped them for it scanned her pavement tables and across the street to the
park gates.  He was sympathetic to Jane's plight for he knew she was a
transvestite and sometimes the target of unwanted attentions.  He wagged
his head sympathetically.

"He only lives around the block Jane. He has every right to go into the
park and it's impossible to stop him passing by your café every day. He
certainly isn't a physical threat."

"But he keeps pestering me.  He's even sent that bloody social worker
around.  Like some sort of emissary!"

"Well I'll stop by and have a word with him.  Give him a clear warning
about stopping near your café.  I'll tell him to cross the road at the next
block"

 "I'll get myself a dog to warn him off."

"Do so by all means, but make sure it doesn't attack him.  He'll have a
claim against you then.  As to this cheque, I'd just cash it at the bank.
I've noted your reservations and recorded your fears.  If he tries to use
it as some sort of lever, you've got the station log as evidence."

Jane hoped that her efforts would suffice to warn her attacker off but he
still kept crossing the road by her café and staring at her as she worked.
Eventually she snapped and started to lay a trap.

Despite her loathing she started to talk to him and eventually allowed him
to take coffee at her café.  The man thought he had finally made a
breakthrough and his visit to the café became routine after feeding the
ducks.  Jane's café was after all, the nearest café to his apartment and on
the way to the park.  His buggy became a regular site on the pavement
beside her café.  The police checked but Jane reassured them it was a sort
of therapy to help her get over her trauma of the rape.

The man David soon believed that his sins were forgiven but Jane was still
trying to work out a suitable fate for him.  It was during a visit to
Jack's club that she learned about Beverly's strange anatomical
transplants.

"You mean you've got a bitch's cunt and nipples!"  She gasped.

"Shhh!  Not so loud.  D'you want the whole of the city to find out?"

Jane was stunned into silence.  She stared stupidly as Beverly unbuttoned
her blouse and tugged down her waistband to expose the eight additional
little nipples.

"There's an even bigger secret, if you're prepared to keep shtum!"

"What?"

"Not now.  Not until after you and Sally get married.  Once you've joined
the club as it where."

Jane was itching to learn of the big secret but she would have to wait
until her forthcoming wedding to Sally was consummated.