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Two by Two - Chapter 10 ? by: Beverly Taff 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. He 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 if you keep provoking me." He stopped immediately and Sally grinned knowingly. "It's a good job he understands you so well. He's marvelous 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 across the table. 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 Staz and me separated. I'm bursting 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 and above 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 all our other 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 the computer and the keyboard 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 the 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. Gently he turned the cunt plug in his massive jaws then eased it slowly into Vicky's cunt. She gasped and grunted throatily as Staz gently pushed against her clitty with his cold wet nose and carefully tongued her pussy lips to lubricate the invading plug. By the time the plug was properly located, Vicky's body was silently screaming for satisfaction and she sagged to the floor of the shower. Knowingly, Staz continued nosing her clitty until she groaned with delight and her legs flapped uncontrollably as her hips humped urgently against Staz's nose. Fortunately the hissing of the shower drowned out Vicky's demented squeals of delight. It was nearly nine o'clock before the pair were 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 printed out a document on the computer then 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 the door's not locked'. Vicky entered and ignored Sally's bright red complexion as she settled on the bed. Sally smiled nervously and self-consciously pulled her nightie over her rigid engorged nipples. She was a little embarrassed that Vicky should find her in a state of wanton dissolution but Vicky's body language quickly reassured her. Vicky's understanding smile calmed Sally's thumping heart. "It's OK, I'm not offended. In fact I must apologise for interrupting you. I know you are a young woman with needs but I have something very important to tell you." "What is it?" asked Sally curiously. "I can't tell you until you agree to keep it a secret. You will have to sign a promise to keep it completely confidential." "Is it legal? I won't sign anything illegal." Sally already knew that in many 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 cafe opposite the park had not matured to total intimacy and although they had slept together now for two weekends, they had not yet even explored each other's bodies. The caf? owner seemed to be a very shy self-conscious girl. It was her shyness that attracted Sally to her. Sally was nervous in case Vicky disapproved of her new relationship. Sally suspected she might be bi-sexual for since meeting the girl in the cafe? she had been surprised at her responses to the cafe owner's soft, affectionate, caring nature. She was afraid that Vicky might be offended to discover that her nanny was having a mild lesbian relationship. Sally's post as Nanny was well paid and she didn't want to lose it, she adored Vicky's triplets. Vicky sensed Sally's fear and reassured her again as she held out the document. "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 mostly 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 her bed like a child on Christmas morning and grabbed her matching 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 to know each other then. Be good. I'm off to work." She smiled encouragingly and Sally's thighs squirmed with anticipation. She had just been given full permission to indulge her wildest fantasies. As Vicky's heels clicked purposefully down the hall Sally stared into Staz's eyes and she kissed him full on the lips. "When did this speech thing develop?" she quizzed. "Over the past few days. I've been practicing privately and now it's about OK. As you notice, I speak a bit like somebody with a slightly cleft pallet but that's the long tongue and the serrated doggy upper jaw thing. As speech goes I don't think it will get 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 proper, deep, 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 any ordinary girl taking her dog out for a walk. She hugged herself with delight at the thought of having a full-blown relationship with Vicky's partner. It seemed that Vicky, Betty, Jacky, the bitch called Dido and Sally herself were now 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 alternatively shared Billy and Staz. She was itching to get it on with Staz, to feel his knot clenched deep inside her sex. It puzzled her that Staz and Billy didn't fight; for dominance as it were. She asked Staz why and Staz explained briefly how he got Billy to obey him because he could give human commands. Sally grinned at this simple ploy then she spread her thighs and invited him to penetrate her. Staz sniffed knowingly at the telltale scent of Sally's flooding juices but he hesitated and looked into her eyes knowingly. "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 unpicked her peignoir ties then nosed aside the shoulder straps of her nightie and rasped his long sloppy tongue across her nipples. Sally gasped as that familiar warm damp feeling spread up from her core and her nipples stiffened responsively. Inside her cunt she felt her cunny sphincter throb rhythmically as it spasm'd eagerly on her cunt plug and pumped her love juices down to her labia. Sally was getting hopelessly horny. "Hell, that's nice! That tongue feels great!! You're much better than a real man. This is sooo-oo good," she sighed. Staz then gently turned his attentions to Sally's sex. Gently he tugged her panties down as she raised her butt co-operatively and her deposited them neatly on the bedside table. Sally grinned at Staz's tidiness and gave him another sloppy kiss before he returned to her developing needs. He sniffed again at the juices leaking from her sex then gently eased the cunt plug from her dripping cleft. Sally felt a hungry spasm surge through her loins as her empty sphincter demanded compensation for the plug. "Quick. Stuff me! Fill me. I need it!" she groaned. "All in good time my love," he whined softly as he tongued her cunny lips one last time. Sally parted her thighs in surrender and grabbed eagerly at Staz's head. Staz explained the easiest way to indulge themselves and Sally slid down the bed to lie flat upon her back. He placed his forepaws either side of her panting rib cage and gently shuffled his haunches forward as he slowly introduced his tapered rod into the threshold of her dripping sex. Sally squeaked with surprised delight then closed her eyes and humped eagerly as she felt Staz slowly sink deeper and deeper. Easily his cock slipped past her sphincter for his cock-knot had not expanded yet. Then suddenly, she felt it inveigling the tip almost past her cervix. She jerked with surprise as she felt the unexpected invasion of her deepest womanly places and squeaked with delight. "Ooh-ohh! You're long. I've never felt a cock reach that far before!" Staz simply leant forward and swept her stiffening nipples with his rasping tongue. Sally groaned with lust and flung her head back with abandonment as she exposed her helpless throat to his massive jaws. Gently, Staz took her neck in his jaws and held her for a few seconds as Sally sagged in complete surrender. Then he started to slowly piston with controlled deliberation and Sally was quickly reduced to a wanton slack- jawed slut. Thus they continued until Sally had achieved several orgasms and her sphincter was now clenched uncontrollably tight around Staz's engorged knot. Sally sighed with a sense of completion, as they lay utterly tied and completely locked together. Staz slowly settled across her heaving tits and gently gripped her panting ribcage between his forepaws. Sally gasped at his weight on her breasts and squirmed passionately as she felt his leg hair tickling her ribs. "Gosh you're quite heavy for a doggy," she giggled. "We're going to be tied like this for maybe an hour or more. If you want to get comfortable there are several ways we can do it. We can lie face to face on our sides, or I can slide around your butt and we can lie like two spoons in a drawer with me behind you doggy style. Alternatively, I can 'unhinge' my doggy cock and we can lie like two spoons in a drawer with you behind me. The problem then is that my tail tickles your tummy. Sally thought for a moment then dimly remembered the long ago times she had lain in her single mother's arms as a sleeping child. "I'd like to lie in your forepaws with you behind me doggy style. It makes me feel secure" "OK then," whispered Staz. "Gently rotate your butt so that my cock knot turns like a key in a lock inside your sphincter. You'll have to control operations because it's you that risks being hurt." Sally grinned gratefully and kissed Staz appreciatively for his gentle consideration. 'Not many real men would be so considerate of their partner's pain,' she reflected. Carefully, she started to rotate her butt and spread her thighs wide apart in a 'splits' as she lifted one leg past Staz's head. Staz briefly tickled her raised thigh with his tongue then bared his teeth as he 'grinned'. Sally knew the expression was not a canine threat but a human attempt at a facsimile of a smile. She was glad her dance exercises made her so flexible. She felt his knot twisting gently in the grip of her sphincter and it sent ripples of pleasure pulsing through her core. She sighed with delight and sagged with relief when she had finally completed the manoeuvre. Soon she was lying deep in his furry embrace with her butt pulled tight against his soft tummy hair and his haunches pressed tight against the backs of her thighs. With her cunt locked tight around Staz's gorgeous cock, Sally was in heaven. The heaven was not to last long. After a brief interlude, a tiny voice called from the nursery and was immediately joined by two more. The triplets had woken. "Damn!" cursed Sally. They'll need seeing to and we're still tied tight. Is there any way of separating quickly?" "If you need a pee, that sometimes does it," replied Staz. "I had one just before we started. That's no good." "Well I'm afraid we'll just have to see to the babies as we are. They're too young to understand. Just slip on one of your split tailed teddies then throw a loose front buttoning frock over your body and it's just look as though you're following me closely. Sally giggled as they contorted themselves until Sally was standing behind Staz with her cunny tightly bound to his 'unhinged' doggy cock. She squirmed with pleasure as they 'close-marched' to the dressing table and she picked out a suitable teddy. Gently she worked the spit front poppers around Staz's cock then carefully she snapped them closed. Next she chose a suspender belt and stockings because it was quite impossible to slip a pair of tights past Staz's cock. They giggled together as she struggled with the suspender clips then put her feet into a pair of heels. Finally she buttoned a frock down to her navel and steered Staz towards the mirror. Sally frowned thoughtfully as she studied the arrangement. "Am I pushing you or are you towing me?" she giggled. "Best that you steer me with your pussy darling. You're more familiar with the triplets routine," replied Staz. The frock flowed loosely from Sally's waist and covered their intimate attachment. Sally sighed resignedly. "Well at least it covers our most intimate bits," she observed. "That's exactly what clothes are for darling. We may not be decent but at least we can claim to 'look' decent." Thus attached, Sally squirmed salaciously as she directed Staz into the nursery and got the children up. When they saw Staz, the children immediately demanded to be allowed to ride him. Sally spotted a clever way to hide their embarrassing attachment. Carefully she plucked each child from their cot and gently deposited them on Staz's back. Staz grunted a little as eager little hands grabbed tightly to his fur but with Sally supporting them from the rear, they wobbled into the bathroom. There the children clung to the side of the bath whilst their 'father' allowed them to play 'horsy', whilst Sally ran a bath and gently lifted each child into the shallow water. Then the three of them splashed contentedly whilst she and Staz carefully shuffled away to try and separate themselves. The first embarrassing incident had been successfully negotiated. It was a relieved couple who drank loads of coffee to induce Sally to pee and finally separate though Sally was still left feeling horny until Staz recovered her cunny plug and gently inserted it into her craving pussy. Grateful to be 'decent' again, she returned to the children, filled the bath a little deeper and completed their ablutions. Once breakfast was complete, Sally drove with Staz, Zeta and the children to the park. The remainder of the morning was spent playing on the grass. As a special treat, Sally then took everybody to Molly's boutique and indulged herself by buying some stuff for the children. She and Molly chatted happily whilst Staz watched over the children. After buying an outfit for each child, Molly took them all for a cup of coffee at lunchtime. At the edge of the park there was a cafe 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 cafe 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'. In the evening sessions another girl worked alongside the owner but it was now lunchtime and midweek. These lunchtime sessions were usually quiet and the restaurateur worked alone. The cafe? catered mainly to the early evening joggers and weekend trade. After Sally and Molly were served, the cafe owner arrived to join them at their table. The owner's name was Jane and she was an utterly convincing transvestite. She had the perfect shape and size of a beautifully attractive girl. She was in fact Sally's secret girlfriend but knew that Sally had not yet divulged their relationship. Indeed, such had been Jane's shyness in the bed that Sally did not yet know the true sex of her newfound partner. Sally still believed Jane to be a very attractive and affectionate girl. The cafe 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 protege's from Jack's bar. As they chatted and giggled, Sally became even more enchanted with Jane's delightful wit and conversation. Molly left to powder her nose and Sally grabbed her brief opportunity. "You'd make an excellent comedienne," she giggled. "You really should go on the stage." Jane's eyes lowered painfully. "No, not me love. I'm too shy, stage fright and all that stuff." Sally felt a twinge of sorrow. She really liked Jane but already knew her to be desperately, almost dysfunctionally shy. Jane was extremely attractive and Sally found herself unable to resist her own strange leanings. Gently she slid along the bench then 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 really have fallen for you, you know." 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 countless bizarre sexual offers had left Jane world weary and doubly cautious. She had already slept a couple of times with Sally but studiously avoided any intimacy and thus hidden her true sex behind a screen of 'shyness'. Now that she was falling for Sally, she was desperately afraid that revealing her transvestism would utterly ruin their budding relationship. Indeed she was certain it would. Jane was in truth a heterosexual transvestite and what she really wanted was a caring sharing genuinely heterosexual relationship with a girl who would accept her appearance as a woman. She even hoped one day for fatherhood. As a realist, Jane knew that such a woman would be an extremely rare bird. She was under no illusions about the remote possibility of ever finding a woman who would be prepared to become her wife and the mother of her children. Since meeting Sally, Jane's hope had flickered with a faint hope but she was still pessimistic. 'Could Sally really be the one?' she wondered. As Jane savoured the soft ripe curves of Sally's butt pressed against her she debated her doubts in her mind. She had never received such an honest 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 cafe 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 partner. 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 years of intense passion then the cracks had appeared. Eventually Jane's partner had decided she could not handle the stress. It was the knowing looks from caf? 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 only 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 cafe because of the generous separation settlement. It was only because of emotionals and financial support of Jack, 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 in her mid twenties 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 returned and detected the confused disappointment in Sally's eyes so she resolved to explain things later. As they drove back to the boutique, Molly explained about Jane's past. Sally was shocked, disappointed and hurt yet excited. 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. Here was a stunning discovery for Sally. Jane would make an ideal partner! Jane was a man! What was more, the only man whom she knew for certain always lived and dressed as a woman. Indeed, Sally had always thought Jane was a woman until Molly had inadvertently '(or was it deliberate wondered Sally,) divulged Jane's big secret. Now Sally was determined to develop the friendship into a full blown relationship. Now Jane's 'coldness' all made sense to Sally. Jane's visit to their table when the cafe was otherwise empty had been a perfect opportunity for Sally to display her feelings. Now she knew Sally's big secret, she knew they 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 and public smear campaign around her transvestism and finally the near loss of her cafe through the divorce settlement. Her cafr 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 and Jack 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 are ideally uited!" "Then I suggest you start visiting her cafe? every day and try developing a relationship. Be very tactful, don't just plunge in and assume she'll act like any other man and feel complimented by your advances. Jane's transvestism makes her 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 Molly turned to acknowledge his remark. She knew about Staz being a 'man's brain in a dog's body', but she had no idea that Staz could talk. Staz had simply barked his agreement with Molly and Molly was thankful for Staz's support. She also liked Staz as a dog. Staz was a beautiful looking animal and she had every reason to be thankful for his presence during her occasional visits to the park. Both Molly and Staz knew what would happen to Jane if some rapist discovered her true physical sex. Sally was only now beginning to realise as she considered the new revelations. "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," replied Molly softly. "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 and Staz played with the children then prepared the evening meal. Once it was on the stove she knew she could trust Staz to turn the stove off if she was delayed. Leaving Staz in charge of the house, she took the children to meet Vicky. They arrived just as she finished work and was locking up the surgery. When they arrived home the table was set but the food was still in the pans. There were limits to Staz's canine abilities. Plates, knives and forks, he could handle with his jaws but he could not serve hot food because it burned his nose. Vicky and Sally made a fuss of saying thank you to Staz then they sat to dinner. Staz sat between the girls and they alternately spoon-fed him or he delicately nibbled a titbit from his plate. During the meal Sally nervously informed Vicky of her affections for Jane at the restaurant. She was desperately relieved to find Vicky agreeable and supportive. Vicky smiled knowingly. "Is this the girl you've been seeing for the last two weekends?" asked Vicky. Sally nodded and smiled self-consciously. Vicky stared at her for a long moment then spoke softly. "You do know about her don't you?" Sally nodded and stared at her food as she replied. "Yes, I found out today. Molly told me." "And?" "She's everything I could have hoped for. It's always been my hope and dream to find someone like Jane." "So you've not been intimate then?" "No. Jane's too shy. Now I know why." "Good. Well that's good to know. Jane's had a hard life. She's walked the walk you understand. I don't want to see her hurt. She really is a sweet girl." "I know. Molly said that I should court her just like any other lover." "That would be a good start," interjected Staz. "So how do you propose to start that?" 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 cafe?" "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 cafe 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 Jane revealed her big secret. Sally made a show of shocked ecstasy and squealed her delight as she revealed what Jane had been hoping was true. Sally wanted a partner who could service her, but live and share her life as another woman. It was a match made in heaven! 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 cafe 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 for a beautiful woman, few even thought to ask. It was a few months into the relationship that events took a turn for the worse. A man who had become obsessed by Jane took to stalking her. He soon discovered where she lived so it was no difficulty to lie in wait. One evening, as Jane was setting out some rubbish in the bins behind her cafe, the man attacked her and attempted to rape her. When he discovered Jane was not a girl but a transvestite, his homophobic psychopathy exploded out of control. A late night regular customer finally heard Jane's terrified whimpers just as he was walking to his car in the alley behind Jane's cafe. By now she was almost battered unconscious and unable to raise a scream. Had he not intervened, Jane would have been dead. Fortunately the customer was a hefty powerful man who worked out, pumped Iron then took a long hard run through the park every night. He always stopped by at Jane's cafe every evening to indulge his huge appetite. He managed to severely wound the attacker and spilt his blood everywhere, but the attacker managed to escape as the rescuer turned to check Jane's condition. However, 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 and started proceedings. 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. His second big mistake was that he showed no remorse. 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 at night 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. One morning Jane saw him in his electric 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 bastard. 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. Jane was just too gentle and sweet natured 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. Later that morning, she was busy setting out the cafe chairs when the familiar wheel chair appeared in the gateway of the park. It cautiously threaded its way across the street towards her door and Jane sensed her anger boiling up. She met him on the pavement and blocked 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 any transatlantic readers,). The chair whined busily as it scuttled 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 when he wanted to travel further afield, whether he had a special car or not. Then a thought struck her. 'Perhaps he still lived locally.' She locked up the cafe for it was still mid morning and she had not properly opened, 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 and his electric wheelchair become a familiar figure in the neighbourhood but few had any sympathy for him. He passed Jane's cafe 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 rarely met Vicky or the other girls unless they were out for an early Sunday morning run. Usually she met her own regular early morning group and exchanged brief pleasantries as they sometimes joined then separated during their varied jogging routines. One morning 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 cafe. "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! I don't want his filthy money! 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 cafe had a clear view of the park gates. Her security camera had often helped them for it scanned her pavement tables and across the street to the park gates. The tapes recorded every person who used those 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 cafe every day. He certainly isn't a physical threat." "But he keeps pestering me," cried Jane. "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 cafe. 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 cafe 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 cafe. The man thought he had finally made a breakthrough and his visit to the cafe became routine after feeding the ducks. Jane's cafe was after all, the only caf? between his apartment and the gates to the park. His buggy became a regular site on the pavement beside her cafe. 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 finally began to see a way forward. She was up in Beverly's flat socialising during a quiet afternoon when 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 the waistband of her skirt to expose the eight additional little nipples. Vicky gasped with delighted surprise. "There's an even bigger secret, if you're prepared to keep shtum!" "What?" "I've got a womb inside here," she grinned as she patted the soft ripe curve of her belly. "I've even had a litter of puppies, - by Billy, that big hunky Alsatian sitting by the door." "Jane squealed as she hugged herself and tried to suppress her curiosity." "What! You mean he's -" "Exactly." "But how? I mean, - Billy's a dog for God's sake!" "And I'm one mean son of a bitch. I may as well tell you now that you're going to wed Sally. I was a transsexual who had some special experimental surgery. They couldn't find a suitable set of human organs to implant into me, so I volunteered for some very radical experimental re-assignment surgery. I had a genetically enhanced compatible bitch's sex organs transplanted inside my male body and I know fuck like a bitch. That beautiful hunk sitting proud as you like by the door, that's Billy, he's my partner and my guardian." "Oh my Go-od!" giggled Sally salaciously as she stroked Dido beside her on the settee. "That's terrific! So Dido here, she's Billy's daughter and your-." "My baby. Yes. We sent the rest of my litter to good homes, but Dido stayed with us. There's a hell of a lot more you'll have to learn about before you join our little community, but now that Sally's set her heart at you, you'll soon be told about it. What ever you do, you must never betray Sally confidences. She's a one off girl and the perfect partner for you." "Boy don't I know it!" agreed Jane. "I just can't believe my luck. She's fantastic, and so supportive of my transvestism!" Jane felt her cock stiffen and her nipples tingle as she imagined about Beverly's strange lifestyle. Self-consciously she adjusted her panties and Beverly smiled knowingly. They exchanged knowing smiles as Beverly got up to make some coffee. When she returned she saw Dido sniffing inquisitively under Jane's skirt and Jane trying to squeeze her knees together for modesty. It was obvious that Dido had smelt Jane's aroused state and some pre-cum must have leaked into the front of her panties. The bulge in the front of her skirt betrayed a ramrod stiff erection that Jane would have to take home to Sally for relief. As Jane sat drinking coffee with Beverly, she started to grow the germ of an idea for revenge on her attacker. She little realised it then, but when she learned of Staz's even more amazing surgery, her ideas, would provide an even more suitable fate for the brute who had raped her. End of Chapter 10 - To Be Continued