His Master's Voice #1 (The Dollhouse Society) by Jay Ellison

Author:Jay Ellison [Ellison, Jay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Courtesan Press
Published: 2017-10-09T16:00:00+00:00

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CHAPTER EIGHT

I released Copernicus back into Mrs. Degenerate’s care. She didn’t look pleased. “You know, young man, I pay you well to teach him something,” she said, standing by her open limo door. She held his lead loosely, almost like she was afraid of touching him. Copernicus sat beside her, hanging his head, studying a crack in the pavement with great interest. “He doesn’t seem to be progressing at all!”

Her sudden anger put a damper on my formerly good mood. “I get that, Mrs. DeGeneres. But you have to understand that dogs like Copernicus take a bit to teach. Afghans…they…uh…” I wasn’t sure how to explain to her that her dog had the brain of, essentially, a gnat.

She glared up at me. “What is it? Speak up!”

Her anger froze me on the spot and I totally forgot what I was going to say. Seconds later, I heard footsteps on the gravel behind him, and Mrs. Degenerate’s whole demeanor changed suddenly. She actually straightened up and put a smile on her face. “Oh, hello, Byron!” she crowed as Sir came to stand beside me, his hands in the pockets of his suit coat. “It’s good to see you. Where have you been hiding of late?”

“Not very far, Nancy,” Sir said, stepping forward to take her hand and brush a kiss across the back of it. I could tell she was trying to break the ice she had just created, but Sir wasn’t impressed. He kept his face expressionless even as he greeted her.

Even so, Mrs. Degenerate blushed like a giggly schoolgirl in response. “You really should come out to the summer home on Lake Tahoe. I remember your father! He so loved—“

Sir swiftly cut her off. “You have met my young companion, Timothy?” He put a hand on my shoulder, clearly marking me as his own.

Her head swiveled around to take me in. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, but she didn’t answer. She glanced at my dog collar but quickly dismissed it. The one advantage to wearing skulls and crosses all the time was that you didn’t have to explain your Master’s collar, I noted. “Yes,” she said, suddenly cold. “He is Copernicus’s trainer…”

“I’m pleased you know each other. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Timothy and I must be going. Have a lovely evening, Nancy.” He patted Copernicus on the head before placing a hand in the small of my back and steering me past her and toward the parking lot.

I groaned as I let my new Master guide me. Undoubtedly, she would be gossiping about me in no time behind my back.

Reading my dread, Sir said, “Nancy is a busybody. Ignore her. She does not have nearly as much sway as she thinks she does.”

“She knew you,” I pointed out.

“She buys diamonds from my father,” Sir explained. “Not the same thing.”

“But…”

“We tolerate each other. That does not mean she—or her kind—enjoy my company. It’s called being polite.”

I found his words cryptic and strange, but decided we were too early in our relationship for me to ask him about it.

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