chapter 4

"No. It's uncomfortable. Go."

"Okay. I'll do it."

Eats the rest of the food quietly, except for a little muttering about the condition of the food.

Emmat burps and Ronnie sniffs. she looks at him

Realizing that she was angry with him, he got up to drink more beer.

He finds a half-full jar on the veranda, pours it into a dog bowl and goes inside.

Lissa throws a piece of overcooked steak at Emmat and starts cleaning up.

He swallows her it, drops it, looks at her, and swallows her it.

"You know, it's pretty awful, isn't it? You did too well for me."

They walk through the door. Ronnie is already drinking the next beer.

"Can you help me get the rest while I do the dishes?"

"Of course baby

Ronnie is coming. Take a table and something for a picnic. On the way back he pours more beer into the empty bowl again.

Emma gets up and drinks, and Ronnie goes inside and closes the back door.

At that sound, Emmat's head came to mind.

She spilled water in the sink.

He places objects on the table and climbs behind her.

She jumps when Ronnie grabs her chest and rubs his erection on her butt. "Hey baby, I missed you.

"Ronnie, not now."

He keeps rubbing his crotch against her butt. One hand went inside the panties. He kisses her next to her neck. "You shaved." He starts groping her.

She wrestles with him for a while and then succumbs. She places her hands on the bar and he walks her one leg a little longer than the other.

As he strokes her bare lips with one hand, the other leaves her chest and unbuttons her jeans, unzip for better access to him.

Emmat is angry. closed the door. Both were inside.

He can come in if he really needs it.

He scratched at the door, whined, barked.

She starts to murmur as he continues to touch her. He's gotten her wet. After fondling her tits a little longer, the other hand now works on his own pants. He then shoves them down and groans as his dick springs free of its confines.Back to her tits for another minute or so, then he shoves her pants down over her hips. He rubs the head of his cock against her wet slit and then pushes her upper body forward.

She pushed the counter and turned around. "Condom, Ronnie."

He frowns at her. "Nothing."

Now she pulled up her jeans and looked at him. “As usual, it’s upstairs in the bathroom.

"No."

"No way, Ronnie." His attitude annoys her. Why'd he have to get drunk?

Now he's getting pissed. "Alright, then, ge' down here." He pushes down on her shoulders to get her to her knees. She comes down hard.

"Ow, Ronnie, stop it."

Emmat peers in the window, really upset. He barked and then howled as the man pulled her mouth to his genitals. He wanted to rip flesh and tear something.

He found the jacket and began to shred it.

Ronnie grabs her hair and pushes Lissa's face into his erection.

She shuts her mouth and shakes her head.

"Lisa. Do". She hears a threat in his voice.

Now, afraid of what he will do, she opens her mouth and he pushes him inside. Then he uses her hair to pull her back and forth, back and forth. Her hands looking at his thighs, she chokes whenever he puts his cock there. Tears come to her eyes. Emmat tore his jacket and pee on the body.

She is relieved when she feels he is starting to swell. This will be over soon.

He pulls her forward one last time and pushes his cock as deep as possible. He groans, "Oh my God, honey." When he spews water through her throat.

Lisa realized she couldn't breathe and opened her eyes wide.

She tries to push her away, but he holds her tight to him.

She tries to scream at her but she can't hold her breath.

She is released by pushing him and pricking his hair with her claws. Things start to turn gray.

Ronnie's reverie is broken by a soul rending how.

She couldn't breathe. Any idiot could see it.

But the fool did not look at him nor let him go.

She grabbed him and pushed him, and her efforts began to falter.

He cried as her arms fell and her body limped. Ronnie tried to kill her. As her

was about to fly out of her window, her Ronnie released her and she fell to her floor. He will kill this bastard.

He stopped when he saw her hand go down her throat. She turned to the side.

Ronnie crouched and fell.

"Oh my God, are you okay?"

Her voice is low and harsh. "Go away."

"Hello baby, I'm sorry, okay?" As they sit, he grabs her shoulder. - Are you all...?

She pulls him out and punches him in the face. - I told you to leave.

"Fox, I mean..."

"Damn, Ronnie, are you deaf? Get out of my house!"

He looks at her. She looks at him angrily.

Emmat is outside, pacing around and watching. Growl. Ignore leg pain. Battle Ready

Ronnie gets up and takes off her jeans. He grabs himself by pulling the zipper roughly. "Ah! You motherfucker..."

She continues to stare at him as she sits on the floor.

He goes to the porch, opens the door, and turns towards her. "Lisa..."

She deliberately turns her back on him and refuses to listen to what he has to say right now.

Cursed Years. He slams the door behind him and leaves.

She got up and threw the bolt.

Turning away she sees Emmat pacing and growling. She then moved to the back door to let him in, then slammed and locked it.

She hadn't heard his truck start. Now, she began to be really afraid.

She scuttled away from the back door, into the middle of the living room, where she could watch both doors.

Emmat was in high alert condition. She ordered the man to leave the house, but a thick stench of fear wafted around her.

He stood next to her and protected her as she stepped behind her to sit on the floor of her living room.

She started and his eyes followed her.

Another man on the back porch is holding a broken jacket.

The damn dog had ripped up his favorite jacket and had apparently pissed on it, too. It reeked.

He carefully pulled his keys from the pocket than got ahold of a dry corner and held it up. He walked over to the door and rapped on the frame, then yelled, "Your fucking dog ruined my jacket!"

He doesn't hear the single word response.

Dropping the jacket's remains, he stomps off.

"Good." she says quietly. The son of a bitch could have killed her. He'd gotten drunk and wasn't concerned about anything but himself. She'd passed out. He could have killed her.

She hears the truck go off the road and down the street. Her neighbor will be unhappy.

Her body limped with relief when he left. She crossed her arms and cried.

Emmat was a little perplexed. The other male disappeared. Off the threat, why is she mad?

She thought for a moment if she would open her heart to her, but she felt it was not the time yet. He squatted and licked her face.

After a while she fell into his arms and laid on his shoulders and wept.

She sobbed and got up. “I'm glad you're here, Emma. She wipes her nose with her hand. "Ronnie just scared me a little."

Both sit on her floor, and his head is flush with her. She looks into his chocolate eyes. "thank you." He licks her face again.

Sighing, she ran her hand roughly across his spine. He groans at the sensation. Burp surprises him. Her hand suddenly stops. - Where did you buy your beer?

He whines. Angry, she got up and ran out the back door and kicked his tattered wet jacket into the grass. She picked up a bowl of water and found a yellow liquid in it. Then she sees Emma. "Damn! How much beer did you give me?" Emmat raises her head and whines again.

She puts her hand on his head. "Sorry, sweetie, I'm not mad at you."

She takes the bowl into the house, cleans it out and refills it. He drinks as she checks the grill then collects the rest of the items from the meal.

A noise startles her, and she drops the salad bowl and dressing. Dusk has come. She crouches, picking up the items, then rises and looks around carefully.

He notices the movement and looks at her. Afraid.

He scans the area, scents the air. There was no one or nothing around.

She scurried back into the house and put the items on the kitchen table.

Her cell phone rings. She checks the number and turns off the phone.

She goes through the back door. "Come on, Emmat. Come in." Emmat runs into the house and she closes and locks the door behind him. Then she turns on all the lights.

Lisa goes to the sink, drains her cold water, and stands there, looking at her dishes in the sink.

Emmat wanders the basement floor. His nose guides him. The faint smell of another dog. There is a smell of rats around the cabinet. He checks the door, bathroom and furniture.

She twitches when the refrigerator turns on, and twitches again when he touches her palm. She still smelled of fear.

She puts her hand over his head. "I don't know what he will do." Emma is crying.

She looks at him, shaking her body. "You're right. Cooking, dinner, and I'll check you back. Then a movie and popcorn, don't you think?"

Agree and bark lightly.

Take a deep breath and run the water down the sink. She washes the bowls she feeds him, slices the burgers, wraps the eggs and puts them on the floor. "Here you go".

He never actually hit him, but he was irritable and sometimes rude.

Emmat didn't like him.

He was very kind to her, but...

She drops the plate in the sink as the phone rings. "Lyssa? ... Lyssa pick up the phone. ... C'mon, we need to talk. ... Quit being a bitch already. .."

There is a click as the answering machine stops recording and she releases a held breath. He sounded mad, and drunk.

She takes the broken dish out of the sink, washes the dish, and drains the water.

Take another deep breath and turn her body.

"Okay. Let's see how it gets better." she fell to the floor "Go here."

As last checked, he comes and lies down.

The scar on his side has turned into a red scar. She pulled the gauze out of his hind legs. The wound was red and ferocious, but there was no more blood.

She stroked his side. "who are you? weird dog? He shouldn't look good so quickly. She shrugged. "I think we can go anyway."

She rises and he rises.

"Well, let's see how it goes tonight." She sits on the sofa, turns on the TV, and checks advertisements.

"Did you see it? Geez, like I need a scary movie right now. Treasure of the Sierra Madre? Bridge on the River Kwai? Isn't there anything decent to watch? The Break Up. Nope, no relationship movies. Well, how about up?

Emmat is standing at her back door as she looks up. no doubt. It's a good time for a toilet break."

She opens the door to get him out. She watches him walk away from the lights. "Be careful. Come back quickly." She closes and locks the door and goes to the bathroom herself to get the popcorn.

Emmat heads to the back of the house. Be careful, she said. Afraid, come back quickly. He laughed like a wolf. She wanted him there. are you okay.

: He again marks the boundary of the property and then again passes the wooden line and defecates.