Des was still brooding over the departure of Warren, when the soft, white thighs suddenly descended over his face.   Although unable to look up far, he could see the firm, strong legs on either side of his head and the full-lipped vulva hovering only centimetres from his face.

For just a moment he thought it was Liz, returned to her old sensual self, from the days before the death of Leon.   Then hearing her steady breathing, he realised that she was sleeping soundly on the bed beside him.

As he watched the mysterious pale-skinned woman continued to lower her pubis toward him as though demanding cunnilingus from him.   However, as the outer labia began to open wide, Des saw the first hint of the row upon row of sharp, pearly white teeth that lined the inside of her sex mouth.   Sharp teeth that bit and tore at Des’ face, literally chewing away skin and bone alike as it ate right down into the soft pulp of his brain itself.

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Reluctantly Rowena Singleton allowed the thin beam of sunlight projecting beneath the bedroom blind to wake her and found herself looking into a black, furry face.   For a moment she was startled, recalling her experience fifteen months ago when she had awakened to see a large black wolf lying upon the bed beside her.   After tumbling out of bed to find the wolf gone when she untangled herself from the bedclothes, she had allowed herself to believe that it had been the station’s Barb-Kelpie, Blacky lying upon the bed beside her.

For just a second she thought that it was the black wolf peering at her.   Until the large Barb-Kelpie began to lick her face with his long, rough tongue, wagging his tail furiously in greeting.

“Ugh, ugh, get away!” ordered the beautiful honey blonde, swatting at the black dog with one hand while sitting up on the bed.

“He’s just telling you it’s time to get up,” said the five-year-old girl who stood in the doorway, holding the tail of a red Kelpie dog to stop it from rushing into the bedroom also.   The dog, Marg, Blacky’s mate, looked back at the little girl, however, since her grip was too weak to hurt her Marg decided to ignore it and began to wag her tail, sending short, sharp jolts up the little girl’s arm.