8
The day drug out into evening. The neighbor lady kept looking out her back window at John. He complimented himself on his own ingenuity finding a way to urinate out the bottom leg of his shorts without the use of fingers. And without the neighbor lady seeing.
Internally wrestling with the confusing emotions stirred up by Ashley's earlier admissions, he found comfort in challenging the limits of the leash like a dog might, even sniffing and searching. For what, he wasn't sure. But it took his mind off of things and helped while away the hours awaiting Ashley's return.
He finally fell asleep on the prickly, dead grass. After a fitful sleep he awoke to yet an even hungrier tummy. Even the dog food he knew not to be good for him yet had still eaten for the last two days sounded good.
It was around noon when a car, not his car, but a rather large SUV pulled into the carport of the vacation home.
Oh, shit, John thought to himself. He didn't know who it was and didn't care to find out. But on the end of the leash he could not get very far away.
Out of the SUV stepped Valerie, Ashley's sister. Like a picture out of a fashion magazine, Valerie walked into the backyard toward John. She had on red shorts and a blue shirt. Her sunglasses would be those worn by a movie star, and her reddish, auburn hair bounced with each step. He could hear her laughing all of the way.
"My, my, my...What have we here?"
John of course could not answer due to the gag ball head harness locked in place.
"This is just too good," Valerie said as she produced her phone from her back pocket.. "You don't mind, do you?" She pointed it at him. John heard the camera app's shutter effect produced with each step towards him. She hovered over John's head and said, "Just tell me if you want me to stop."
John turned to crawl away from her.
"Okay, John, I'm through teasing you," she said then busted out laughing again. "I'm sorry. I'm sooo sorry." She laughed some more. "I'm through teasing you...For now. I imagine you are wondering where Ashley is. She opened her big mouth in court and is doing time for contempt. Yep, that's my little sister for ya."
Valerie slipped the phone into the back pocket of her ass hugging jeans. "She called me yesterday from the jail to tell me about you, all chained up out here...like a dog." She laughed out loud with a screech. After calming to a slight giggle she continued, "I left this morning. It took me four hours to get here. I hope you're happy. But...you know...I just had to see this."
Laughing, she bent down and unhooked the leash from John's collar. "C'mon, boy, c'mon!" she slapped her leg and laughed all of the way into the house.
Inside the house, Valerie opened some cabinets looking for food. "Well now," she said, "what am I going to do with you?"
She turned and looked at John. "Oh, the ball gag thingy...hee, hee...yea." She tugged on the tight straps until the buckles would loosen and she could remove the spittle covered ball.
Once removed John rotated his jaw around to stimulate blood flow. With disgust written across her face she at once rinsed it off in the sink.
Valerie continued searching for food. She finally started on the bottom cabinets. "What have you two been eating?" Just then she opened the cabinet door under the sink. "No...don't tell me." There was the bag of dog food. She took it out and held it under her breast.
"I'll eat it. I'm starving," John said.
"Really? You'll eat dog food?"
"I--I have been..."
"I don't know about my little sister..." Valerie said in regards to her little sister's lack of discernment as she pulled a bowl out of the cupboard and dumped some dog food into it. Then she set it on the floor in front of John. "This," she quipped, "I have to see."
John began to eat it.
"Ohhh, you are like a dog. A real dog!" Valerie squealed.
God, how John hated her girly attitude. He knew that some men were attracted to it, but he sure wasn't. Of course, Valerie certainly wasn't attracted to him. She made the point very clear that she did not like him a few years back. They only got along for the sake of Ashley. Now, here he was, humiliated by her and dependent on her to be fed even dog food. When things go to hell, they go quickly.
When John was finished and his tummy satisfied, he asked Valerie, "So how long is Ashley in jail for?"
"Three days for her big mouth." Valerie poured herself a glass of Diet Pepsi on the counter far above John's head. The horribly large wedding ring on her finger glinted in the midday sun shining through the window competing for attention of her manicured red, long finger nails.
"What did Ashley tell you about me?"
"Everything."
John was speechless.
