It was a few weeks later, an unseasonably warm Saturday which foretold of the lovely summer yet to come. It was early afternoon, and Lisa Hamilton had driven across town and through Rapier City to the other side, where out in the country she'd finally found the gravel turn-off she'd been seeking. She slowed down so that the car could take the many pot-holes and dips, passing a long stretch of barbed-wire fencing and pasture land. Eventually she came to a large, weather-beaten farmhouse, and noting it had the right name painted on the mailbox, she drove into the yard and stopped the car.
The thirty-one year old blonde got out, smoothing her hands down over a tight miniskirt which accentuated her sculptured legs and taut, round buttocks. Then, carefully picking a spot of lint from her form-hugging pink sweater, sh e sauntered toward the porch. She was halfway these when the door opened and a man stepped out to meet her. With an appreciative smile, she saw that although the man was in his late forties and greying around the temples, he was handsome and muscular, his masculinity so strong she felt a ripple run through her.
Better and better, she thought as she came closer.
"Yes, ma'am?" the man said, "what can I do for you?"
"Are you Brian Forbes?"
"Yes."
"My name is Lisa Hamilton. I understand you sell dogs."
"Yes, that's right. I raise German shepherds."
"Forrest Phillips recommended you to me," Lisa continued, tilting her head to one side and smiling pertly at him. "He said his dog Atilla came from here."
Brian Forbes studied the voluptuous young woman for a moment, and then slowly a little twinkle started in his eyes. "Oh, he did, did he?"
"He also said you trained Atilla. Trained the dog in everything it knows. I must say you did a very thorough job, Mr. Forbes."
"Were you interested in a German shepherd like Atilla?"
"Why, it's as if you were reading my mind."
"You know, it's downright amazing how many people want a pet like Atilla. I get more business through recommendations than you can shake a stick at, especially from nice young ladies like yourself."
"I just bet you do, Mr. Forbes."
"It's kinda expensive, but lots of folks don't mind because I train 'em 'specially to suit the person. Sorta tailor-made to fit your needs, if you follow me, Mizz Hamilton.
"A nine week old litter is in the runs behind the house now, ah… Lisa."
Lisa Hamilton felt an anticipatory chill running up her spine at the thought of the training sessions to come… and of finally owning her own, private Atilla, Jr. She slipped her arm through Brian Forbe's, saying lightly:
"Then let's go behind the house and see what you've got to offer, shall we?"