Susan lay there, a mixture of fear and exhilaration. She had just made mad, passionate love with the dog of her dreams. Was he thinking the same? As she watched his freckled chest move up and down, desperately trying to regain some form of respiratory composure, was he thinking the same thoughts of sheer infatuation?

Because that was the one thing that she had struggled for so long to figure out. Sure, he made love to her like she was the only woman on earth. And sure, he threw around wild, romantic gestures like they were going out of fashion. But did he care for her as much as she did for him? Here he was, an alsation making love to a married woman with a fine social standing. She gave him treats as often that you or I take breaths, and stroked his long, silky back for as long as he wished

He had it pretty good with Susan, but she couldn't help herself but spoil him. And it was these thoughts that were spinning round her head like a tornado when she heard the front door open downstairs

Colin!

He wasn't due back for hours. What the hell was he doing home?

"Get up! Quick! Put your collar on!"

She hurriedly threw her dressing gown on, knocking over and spilling the opened bottle of Moet that sat beside the bed

He entered the room

"Susan? What's going on? Why are you in bed so early?"

"I erm, I..."

It was over. She had been caught banging to rights

"And I see you're not alone. Who's this?"

A pause

"You know, if you were lonely all you had to do was tell me"

She felt like crying a thousand tears. He had caught her in bed, in the midst of a sordid affair, and he was being understanding? She knew he was weak at times, but Christ, couldn't he at least get angry over THIS?

"You should have told me you were buying a dog and I would have come with you. I think having a pet is a great idea"

She looked at Colin, unable to respond. He smiled at her, and then ruffled the ear of his new 'pet' before leaving the room, leaving the two lovers staring at each other in silent shock...