Page 44 of Road Refugees

Chapter Fourteen

Town

When I got back to the cabin after my sorrowful job in the creek, the women weren’t in Crybaby’s ground floor bedroom. The rescued dog was missing too. While the men clamored for a shower, I found them abandoning Crybaby’s bathroom, and I soon found out why. Unity had placed the abused dog into a warm tub and was giving her a sudsy bath!

I squatted on the toilet lid, fingers laced between my knees. It seemed to me that Mickey Finn, dirty water streaming down her face and back, had gratitude in her eyes. It now became evident how really, really thin she was.

Unity said, “See these sores on her ribs? Her back legs are very underdeveloped. I think she might’ve only had room to sleep and not stand in her cage. An adult female Leonberger should be at least a hundred twenty, hundred thirty—this one’s eighty at most. A big step for you guys will be to lure her onto your bed. I mean, onto Heaven’s bed.”

“Yes, Heaven’s bed,” I stupidly repeated. “Ah, where is Heaven, anyway?”

Unity flashed me a look I couldn’t discern. “She’s tired. She went up to take a nap.”

“Maybe she saw a mirror image of herself in this dog, being abused and all.”

To my surprise, Unity agreed. “It’s going to bring out memories and flashbacks for her. But I guess you’d know about that, too.”

“Yes, I would. Hey, I need to shower. Is it all right if I go upstairs? Then I’ll check on Heaven, make sure she’s OK. Maybe Tanner’s done showering in my room.”

“Sure. Did you bury those poor dogs deep enough? I wouldn’t want to think of critters eating them. Finding a dog leg by your hot tub.”

“Oh yeah, we made sure of that. I’ve got experience in gravedigging.”

Which was, unfortunately, true.

Linus waited for me outside. He didn’t understand what we’d been doing where he and Beetle weren’t allowed. I made sure to scritch his ears extra enthusiastically, but he sure did pick up on my dead dog scent, snuffling away at my arm. “Cumon, Linus. Let’s get clean.”

Tanner was still showering, so I went to Heaven’s room and quietly opened her door. She was sleeping on her back, arms splayed above her head as she had been earlier when passed out in the forest. Her little fists made her look even younger than her twenty-eight years. This youthfulness was accentuated by her lovely tawny hair spread out on the sheet like the wiggling snakes of a sea goddess. The blanket, pulled up to her underarms, revealed the tantalizing slope of her “rack,” as she called it, probably a holdover term from that odious Orson. I have nuzzled those boobs. I almost couldn’t believe it. And she didn’t push me away!

“Sleep well,” I whispered, and went to clean up.

Tanner went downstairs to help Unity. I told them they could sleep in Crybaby’s room. The shower washed the filth off me to a satisfactory degree as I fought the urge to jack my cock. With very little shame, I thought how I’d been doing that more and more lately. In the shower, in bed, wherever, always fantasizing about my angel with the heavenly face. Now the urge was even more profound, and even without brushing it, my dick was up at forty-five degrees, out on a search and destroy, a little crooked like my grin and spine. But long and fat. Yeah, I’m hung like a pirate. She’s gonna like this.

But if I acted like a dickwad, she wouldn’t. I got out of the shower, willing myself to think of those dead dogs as I toweled off. Downstairs, the men clamored in the kitchen and living room, clinking glass and sizzling food. I had to smile. Typical men. Couldn’t let a few canine corpses get them down. I had to shove my cock at half-mast into my boxer briefs, then wriggle a lot to button my jeans. I slapped my own pec, admiring myself in the mirror. Then it struck me. It was the first time I’d felt good about myself, about my own physical image, in years. I looked down at the button eyes that always regarded me with mirth, hunger, or longing.

“Doin’ OK, Linus,” I affirmed. Nevertheless, like an anusbrain, I left my bathroom shirtless.

I held out my palm to my best friend, my dog. “Stay, Linus.” I was going to check on Heaven again, and my goals were unknown, at least to myself.

They seemed evident to her.

I sat gently on the edge of her mattress, bowling her a little toward me. As if she’d been sleeping lightly, her eyes blinked open wide. She seemed to stare straight through me, and my heart thudded. Fucknuts. Is she going to scream? But her reaction went far beyond stunning me.

She gasped, “Town!”, sat bolt upright, and flung her forearms around my neck. She planted one right on me, openmouthed with juicy lips.

My cock instantly plumped again as I met her kiss. It was a blowout for all the senses when I swept my fingers through her silken hair. Her delicate jaw in one palm, I kissed her with tenderness—some might say even love.

But she amped it up. She slammed her butt right alongside mine on the mattress, letting the blanket slide, her breasts swinging freely under the threadbare football jersey. I couldn’t resist. No man could. I skimmed a hand down her creamy arm and cupped a stupendous tit. This only seemed to deepen her kiss, as she licked the back sides of my incisors. I flicked the tip of her tongue with mine. When I brushed my thumb against her rigid nipple, she gasped inside my mouth and pulled back several inches. Her eyes were unfocused, swimming, as she sighed,

“Town. Thank you for saving Mickey Finn for me.”

“No problem, Heaven. She’s worth it. You’re worth it.”

“But I’m not! I couldn’t bear to watch Unity lift her and put her into the bath. She’s so thin, has so many sores. I had to come up here and cry!”

I soothed her forehead with my hand. “It’s OK, Heaven. Unity and Tanner’ve got her. She’ll be fine. I just saw her.”

“You’ve done so much for me. You’re the most incredibly strong, brawny, tough man I’ve ever known. I owe you so much.”