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Chapter XVII

Bad Pennies

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Friday sighed as she stood up on her hind legs looking over the farm that she so many times left but seemed to always return to. She waved happily at Jake who waved back. The two collies met in the middle of the sheep, both avoiding looking in the direction of the house. They tried to retreat to the barn but found it had a pad lock on it covering a thick hasp.

Jake sighed looking at his mate. "Looks like we may be living in the house."

Friday didn't like that idea but her mate led so she followed. She stalled at the front door with her mate too. The smell was unpleasant but there was life in the house. Jake slowly, carefully opened the door and it opened easily. Marks ripe scent assaulted them.

Jake looked to turn back but Friday pushed him on. They walked to the livingroom to see if there was anyone there.

"Well if it isn't the two bad pennies."

Jake and Friday both looked to mark on the far side of the room. "Where's Tiffany?"

Mark sneered and tossed his head indicating the bedroom. Jake headed toward the room, Friday watched mark, waiting for an excuse to hurt him. But none came and she followed her mate.

Tiffany looked up and her weary face brightened, "hello there Jake" she said merrily.

Jake looked at the bruises on her neck and arms, the rest of her body hidden by her night clothes. It was unusual for her to still be in bed at this hour. "How are you?"

"Fine," Tiffany said with a bit of strain, "are you here visiting or staying?"

Jake could hardly look at his mistress, he kept looking angrily back to the way he came, as if he could see Mark around the corners but turned to her to answer, "we came back and brought the sheep back."

Tiffany smiled and ruffed his head, "good dog." She complimented. "Your stuff is still in the room."

"There is a lock on the barn, we can't get hay out the barn."

Tiffany frowned but spoke, "Mark will give you the hay, he wants to keep the barn locked away form the sheep getting in." She said dourly but perked back up when she looked to Jake.

Jake nodded unhappily and went out the room leaving Friday with tiffany. Tiffany smiled to the collie who was not sure what she felt. It was Jake interfering with tiffany's master and that never went well. She shrugged to tiffany and walked out after Jake.

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The group stayed at an uneasy piece with each other as Friday's belly grew bigger, but it was high and not so round, more like an egg. She had slowed down as the pup in her started to kick her organs and began a new set of biological havoc with her. She often for no reason she could discern raided the refrigerator or the horse food or even just floor dirt suddenly became the most delicious thing she had ever had. She lapped at strawberry jelly and raw pork and even the carbon left on the stove after something fell on it. And to top it her breasts hurt and the only way she could relive the pain was to pull the fur away from her nipples.

Tiffany was not unsympathetic to the collie bitch, her mother told her stories of the strange cravings and the pains, but she had never seen it in a humanistic creature. She decided to help her out and take her to the groomers. She was rather fluffy now and probably needed a maternal cut like they gave the normal dogs and sheep.

Tiffany took Friday to the groomers leaving Jake at the house to tend the sheep. She saw how Jake had taken to Friday after she became pregnant. Maybe if she became pregnant Mark would behave a little better and she could be happy with him. Tiffany smiled and looked at her own belly. Yes, a baby would probably do wonders for their relationship, bringing them together. Tiffany smiled happily as she finally found a way to help Mark straighten out.

She was giddy the entire trip home and complemented Friday on her shaved down look and motherly glow.

Friday was strangely uncomfortable the entire trip as the woman cooed and awed and spoke so well of her motherhood. Frankly it confused her. She was glad to get out of the car and head into the house. She really did not feel up to running the pastures or being with Tiffany.

"Hey Mark," tiffany called, "look at Fridays' new cut

Mark was uninterested until he saw Friday, "Wow, look at you." Mark said admiringly to Friday as he got up from his chair looking at her breasts that were freshly shaven down from her usually long coat.

"It's a Maternity cut for dogs and Genomes." Tiffany said happily putting the bags of groceries on the counter and went to give her boyfriend a hug and a kiss when she saw how he was looking at Friday. She figured she was just being paranoid and walked by him planting a half returned kiss on his cheek as she passed to the couch and turned to invite her lover next to her when she witnessed something she never expected, Friday was backed to the end of the wall between the kitchen and the living room, Mark was uncomfortably close his hands cupping and rubbing over her soft breasts.

"Mmm, you have tits like a sixteen year old." He said husky and with a slight inebriated slur. He gripped her tits in his hands and played with her nipples like joystick buttons. He looked back at Tiffany grinning stupidly like it was funny but the face that caught her attention the most was Fridays', her eyes wide and begging for help, her body trembling slightly as she covered her belly with her arms not wanting to start a fight that could risk her pup. Her lips trembled, but she had no voice to cry for help, so she just stared, terrified and begging as her breasts were fondled.

"Too bad you have a dog cunt." He laughed looking between her haunches

Tiffany kept her eyes glued to Fridays eyes, the fear and pleading pulling her in, making her incapable of looking away.

"Honey, what are you doing?" Tiffany said hoping to shame the man into considering his actions, the vague thought that Friday the genius dog orchestrated the scene to get rid of Mark but Fridays' eyes and the fact she would never risk her pup on a stunt like this kept her still focused that her boyfriend was happily fondling her pregnant dogs breasts, and not hers! More angry from jealousy than wrongdoing Tiffany tossed a couch throw pillow at him and hit him in the head, getting his attention from her dogs tits, "What the hell are you doing groping on dog tits like that?! I have tits and a cunt that's not dog," she yelled getting up from the couch and advancing on him angrily. He finally pulled his hands away form Fridays breasts and she slipped away from the wall into the kitchen.

"What the fuck, are you so drunk and stoned that you would fondle my dog? Have you been stoner humping my sheep too?!" she accused him

"Bitch, shut the fuck up, and I don't mean your dumb mute ass dog," he retorted and pushed Tiffany back from him. "I'm not gonna fuck sheep and dogs but look at the tits on this thing, they're like a perky sixteen year old, and if I wanted to fuck your dog with great tits who the fuck are you to tell me what I can and can't do you stupid fucking bitch?"

Tiffany stepped foreword "I'm the bitch that owns this house, and I don't go about fondling dogs. What the hell kind of sicko are you," she screamed and pushed him, his thin body surprisingly light and even if he outweighed her she was furious "you have a woman and you sit there groping on a dog! Get out, get the fuck out." She screamed and pointed to the door after shoving him again.

He looked at her scornfully and shoved her back, " I own you, you ugly bitch, what other dude is gonna bang you smelling like sheep and dog shit you ugly ass whore."

Tiffany slapped his face hard enough to make him turn his head and this set him off, he slapped her and pushed her against the counter and slapped her face again and then punched her in the back of the head as she tried to get out of the corner the counters made and then was shoved against the refrigerator as she ran for the door. She cried out as Mark grabbed her hair and jerked her back and to her knees hitting her in the mouth,

"Now let's see you run that dirty fucking mouth of yours now skank." He spat the last as he threw her to the floor and kicked her in the rear as she tried to stand. She desperately looked for help, she looked for Friday, who was nowhere to be seen, she helped the bitch and now that she needs help Friday abandoned her.

Friday ran from the house as soon as the humans started to fight. She blew her whistle in the single piercing note that called help over and over, the sound echoing over the hills and valleys until she saw Jake running to her.

With desperation alone Tiffany made it to the door and flung it open just in time to see Friday point at her from off the porch and then she saw the floorboards up close as she was punched in the back of the head and back. She was about to mentally curse Friday when speckled paws bolted by her head with a guttural growl then she saw Mark thrown onto the porch beside her and gleefully landed a kick and a punch at him.

Friday had never seen such a spectacle, it was another frightening realization of how dangerous her quiet mate was. He did not bite or bark or claw but his paws moved in human fighting style that was much better and more thought out than her former masters, and Marks clumsy scrapping. Jake hit Mark with his pawpads, but it was not a shove but acted like a punch.

Friday backed behind Tiffany's truck as the pretty well one sided fight carried on into the yard after the blue mural somehow grabbed marks arm and made him fall on his back off the stairs, but that was not the scary part, she witnessed how fast Jake could be against humans as he slipped behind Mark and grabbed him in the now familiar choke. Mark struggled more effectively than the blue tick from what seemed so long ago. He staggered and tried to back Jake into his car to dislodge him but Jake moved and with Marks momentum threw Mark against the car.

"That's enough, Tiffany screamed at the fighting males making Jake stop and look at her but Mark held no such loyalty and took a swing at Jake from the ground.

"Stop it I said!" Tiffany yelled and grabbed her sore split lip but this time Mark did not try to take a swing, instead he stood up and scoffed at the dog that stood ready to fight him more. The dog fought too well so he resorted to what he knew, "you fucked up bitch, I'm gonna call the cops and have you arrested and that both your dogs killed for attacking me, and the pot you grow in your barn. You are so fucked bitch, I'll show you to fuck with me." He yelled, his face red with rage. He glared at the farms deadens and flung open his car door and slammed it shut and flipped Tiffany off as the engine revved to life. He stomped the gas in reverse and dug the tires into the gravel and dirt drive until he swung into the grass and did the same only forward kicking up gravel and dirt as he sped down the drive.

Tiffany fell on her knees weeping as soon as Mark was out of sight. Jake wanted to run to her side, but the memory of the last time he defended her was still in his mind. He walked up to her slowly expecting her to ask him if Mark would forgive her, but instead she gripped his leg sobbing, "What am I going to do now? I'll loose everything!" she cried and buried her face in his hip, her arms around his waist. He looked at her suspiciously, "well I'm not sure, are you going to go back to him?"

Tiffany only buried her face between his leg and sheath and cried. The dog didn't really know what to think much less do so let her cry until she only trembled. He put his paws on the back of her head comfortingly and said the first thing he thought, "Well the best thing we can do is like your father told you, is to make a police report, so we better call the police." Jake said thinking they should move and do just that but Tiffany just clung to his waist crying. The dog didn't want to be the one to call the police so he just sat there with his mistress, his paws stroking her back as he looked about thinking, where was Friday at? He wondered waiting as his mistress cried.

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Friday came in the door smiling merrily and looked to her mate and his mistress looking glum. Friday was about to sign what was wrong when she heard a car pull into the driveway. She knew it wasn't Mark but the well maintained engine of a state vehicle and knew it had to be the police. She trotted away into the bedroom and hid while Jake went out to watch the car come up to the house and stop. Jake showed the officer in and to the table his mistress sat dabbing at her eyes in a distraught state. She looked up to the officer as he spoke, "I'm Officer Gonzalez, are you alright?" he said looking at her bruised face. "Do you want an ambulance?"

Tiffany shook her head and whimpered a "no"

Officer Gonzalez nodded and took a pen out of a metal clipboard with a box compartment. He sat at the chair next to Tiffany, "now tell me what happened."

Tiffany sniffed and didn't know where to start but the officer had questions,

"Who did this to you?"

"My now ex boyfriend Mark."

"Mark who?"

"Mark Servanni ."

The officer nodded and wrote on his board before looking up to her again, "now what started the altercation?"

"I dunno, he was drunk and high again and, he was fondling my pregnant dogs breasts and I got mad at him."

The officer blinked and looked at Tiffany, "he was fondling your pregnant dogs breasts?" he said in disbelief, "what dog?" she asked looking at Jake and his obvious maleness.

Friday, she's my dog now. She got a maternity cut now that she is in her last six weeks of pregnancy.

The officer stopped writing, "Friday? Freds old dog? I thought they euthanized her."

"No, I saved that pain in the ass dog and she is still alive and pregnant."

"Well I need to see her too, but for now what happened between you and Mr. Servanni?"

"Well I thought he was just teasing Friday but he didn't let her go and kept molesting her, and I got mad and told him to stop and I was mad because he was rubbing on my dogs tits, with me sitting there do you know how that makes me feel, and he was talking about how fine her tits were,.."

Hold on," the officer said and had her repeat the last two sentences slowly for him to write them down. "okay what happened then?"

Then he started in on me and I was trying to get him away from Friday and he hit me pushed me and then hit me and called me a bitch."

The officer was busy taking down the report as Tiffany now had the knack to talk to the man, "and then he tried to prevent me from getting out and I finally got out the house," she looked to the officer and coughed a little, "when he came out the door after me I was able to put him in a choke my dad taught me, he was a cop a long time ago before he retired in forensics, but I was too weak to do it right and he threw me off and hit me in the face and kicked me and threatened to kill my dogs." She stalled to sniffle and wipe away a late tear and make sure the officer got her version of the story, he threatened to teach me not to cross him or make him look bad or something but the only thing that matters is he has me scared he'll come back and hurt my dogs or me."

The officer nodded reassuringly to her and put his clipboard with the report on the table. "Look, you can take a copy of this report and try to get a restraining order on him and it probably will work. Now you intend to press charges because this was a domestic dispute with cohabitation. Who owns this house?"

"I do."

Has he been living here with you as joint domicile?"

Tiffany nodded, "yes"

The officer nodded, "well because he has been staying here he was not necessarily trespassing, so I'm letting you know, if he fights it you will have to obtain an eviction notice from the city hall to get him out, you cannot just throw him out."

Tiffany was staring at the officer in disbelief, "no way, that's stupid."

"Stupid or not, that's the law and I'm just giving you a fair warning."

Tiffany sulked in her chair. "Well he hit me, can I get a restraining order."

The officer nodded, "you can try, with a copy of this report it would be easier." He said handing her a carbon copy of the report.

"Before we wrap this up you said that he was mark Sevanni. I would like for you to look at something."

Tiffany nodded her head and the officer opened the back part of his clipboard and pulled out a picture of a pretty young girl she recognized.

"That's Dee" she said before the officer could ask anything. " Marks cousin."

"So you know her?"

"Yea, horrible little brat."

"Well she is not his cousin, she is a fourteen year old run away we picked up for prostitution. She was two months pregnant at the time. When we got her pimp he told us she was sold into Prostitution by Mark for three thousand dollars and fifteen marijuana plants. She also said he was the father of the child."

Jake was taken aback, ‘humans use and discard when they are no longer useful,' and ‘he will dispose of her when he is finished with her,' resonated in his head. He thought about humans selling other humans like they sold dogs. Friday perhaps had a better understanding of humans than he, and he thought himself the human expert. He realized how wrong he was and for how long Friday was right.

"No way" Tiffany protested, "he wouldn't do that. Would he?" She looked up to the officer

"I'm afraid so, and he is a very vindictive and dangerous man. He has multiple assault and battery charges and he is a drug dealer and a whole list of other crimes on top of being a registered pedophile. Dee was not his first and probably not going to be his last."

Tiffany felt exposed at this point, she was nervous she would take blame for his actions but before she could voice anything the officer spoke, "If we catch him, we will need you to testify what you know in court."

Tiffany was too stunned to really register and just nodded dumbly. The officer then looked to Jake who was reeling with revelations of his own. "Hey there boy."

Jake looked to the officer

"Would you get Friday please?"

Jake seemed to wake up and went back to the bedroom to find his pregnant mate hiding under the blankets in bed.

Jake sat on the bed and pulled the blanket up to look at her. "The officer wants to see you." He looked at Friday in a way that made her concerned enough to sit up more concerned with him than her fears. "You were right all along." He mumbled to her in a daze and stood up offering his paw to her, "but the cop wants to see you still."

Friday was not sure about seeing the police officer but she trusted Jake would not let her be harmed so she took his paw and followed him out the room to the officer who seemed really happy to see her. She didn't recognize his face but she knew his smell and she waved softly even though they only met twice before.

"Well looks like you are doing a hell of a lot better than when Fred had you." He put his hand on her belly and smiled. "You must be proud."

Friday smiled and nodded and the officer grinned. "So the techs were right, you can say yes or no."

Jake piped in proudly, "she knows sign language and we taught her to use a shepherds whistle too.

The officer shook his head. "Well I know you were listed as evidence last time, but I want you both to know that when we catch Mark, you two will probably have to testify to help your mistress."

He looked to Friday, "I would not feign death this time if you don't want to be in a pound next time."

Friday nodded and the officer smiled to both dogs giving them a pat on the head before turning to Tiffany and putting a card on the table. "Call me if you see him again."

She nodded "thank you for coming out so fast. If I see him I'll call you."

The officer nodded and went toward the door, "stay safe and I'll let you know what when we find him."

Tiffany smiled and nodded thanks and the officer closed the door behind him and then there was the sound of his well maintained state engine, and it pulled off.

Tiffany sulked in the chair at the kitchen table. She clutched a Kleenex and wiped her red puffy eyes. How could she have been so stupid? She berated herself before Jake peeked in form the living room at her. she sniffed pathetically and tried to hide her face behind her hand and a tissue.

What am I going to do Jake," she whimpered

Jake just shrugged unseen by the woman before he spoke. "I dunno, I'm not sure what to do or say." He admitted and licked her salty tear stained cheek.

Friday walked in with her swollen pup filled belly and looked at her mate trying to soothe his idiotic mistress. But she did have a dead nose and a terrible knowledge of even her own nature. She suddenly felt pity for the woman. She joined her mate at the table and held his paw under hers then held his mistress hand. Tiffany looked at the black and white collie that smiled to her and cocked her head. Tiffany could not help but to smile at the goofy bitch and looked to her dog

"I dunno what to do Jake. I seem to make the worst decisions, I dunno if I can run a farm or anything by myself." She looked at Jake and then Friday and then back to Jake. "you seem to have a wonderful knowledge and some animal sense of what is best for you and even me." She sulked down, "you knew Mark was bad, you resisted Friday and now she never leaves your side." She said with an envious tone.

Jake could only be silent, he had no clue what all this was. He remembered the years when he was young and his mistress was a teenager. She made him feel like he was a pup now. he was confused helpless and scared to say the wrong thing, so he used the same tactic now as he did then, he shut up and just looked at her with an intense collie stare.

The look seemed to bring Tiffany comfort. She smiled and ruffed his ears and then looked over to Friday who was inspecting a cracked window tracing her clawtip over the now two panes, listening to the click of the now uneven surface. She seemed to be taken by surprise when she saw she was the center of attention and then looked shocked as if they thought she cracked the window but Jake saved her and perfectly timed.

"Wel we can call Jimmy and have him fix that." He suggested

Tiffany sighed, "I dunno I threw him out after all he did for me." She sighed dourly.

She sighed and held her head in her hand. "I'm such a fuck up." she sighed. She did not move when her dog pet her back.

"you did good, you did a lot well and if you did not fail you would not learn" Jake said but looked at her unsure if she had learned, unsure if she would still not take Mark back if he showed up at the door right that second.

Friday looked at the sad woman and her mate. She rubbed her belly and sighed looking back at Jake, ‘tell her we will fix everything. Not to worry.'

Jake nodded and held his mistress shoulders from behind. "Don't worry Tiffany, we'll fix everything."

Jake looked surprised when Tiffany stood up and looked back at him.

"No, I am in charge and I'll fix things." She said standing up, walking over and picking up the telephone form the kitchen wall. She dialed and sat there with her arm over her chest but determined.

"Um, hi, this is Tiffany,..."