A Girl's Best Friend: An Erotic Shapeshifter

CHAPTER 13

A few minutes later the police had nabbed Ponytail. The squad car was heading out to the jailhouse with him handcuffed in the back seat.

“You’re my hero!” Pamela gleefully shouted, giving Logan a huge hug that expressed her thankfulness.

She held on to him for what seemed like forever. The tears in her eyes were of pure joy and happiness. It was a delightful moment they both shared. Then she puckered up and laid it on him, right in the mouth before releasing her heartfelt grip.

Logan was in awe. As this all played out he realized that Pamela was completely different than he thought, and he fell even more in love with her, realizing that he treated her wrong before right there on the spot. He came to the conclusion that he felt happy and satisfied after seeing her, miserable and ill-tempered when he didn’t, and after arguing with himself about it for what felt like an eternity, he had to admit that he was in love. His eyes protruded from his skull in his surprise at the revelation.

But he wanted so much more than just that. He wanted her to wrap those thin arms around his neck when he first got to up in the morning. He wanted her to slip her small elegant hand into his when they walked to the pub for lunch. He wanted to be able to say her name without worrying that someone will find out about his silly disregard for her in the past. He really wanted her to know him the way he knew everything about her by now.

If only he’d really subdued Ponytail would he be just as ecstatic about his capture as Pamela had been just by believing the tale. How long would he let this go on was undetermined. Thomas had vanished into thin air once again, and he had not left a stipulation as into what he could expose about the subduing of Ponytail. Logan did not want the credit although he had already received it. And on the same hand, he sure as hell did not want to morph back into the brown and red dog ever again.

Pamela fumbled through her purse. She extracted a small black leather wallet and counted her legal tender. “It’s all there,” she said, “I can’t believe it. You still want to go out?” she asked him.

“Are you serious?” Logan blurted out with popped eyes. “After all this?” he pointed to where Ponytail once lay. “I don’t know Pamela―”

“What…” She was excited, grinning from ear to ear in her moment.

“Come on, it’s the least I can do. You’re my hero! You chased him down, knocked him out and now he’s on his way to jail. It’s the least I can do. Really!”

“That’s not what I mean…” he said in response to her, then decided to just let it go.

Logan rapidly waved his hands in desertion to her generous offer. He just couldn’t bring himself to accept any credit for something that he did not do, nor deserve the recognition for. Yes, of course, he did risk his life in the attempt to retrieve her purse from the snatcher, but it was not him that subdued the villain.

He turned his head up to the clouds, slapped himself with both hands and thought, why Thomas, why. He looked to Pamela and smiled, trying not to let her see his aggravated thoughts.

She maintained her happy grin. She actually laughed at the sight of him, and figured he had been through a lot. She said, “Okay… how about I just cook you a nice dinner? I just found a mean recipe for making large stuffed cheese shells. Sound good to you?”

He shook his head. How could he turn her down after all she’d been through? And after all he’d been through. It seemed as if Thomas’s trick was working its magic. But on the inside, Logan was not a happy camper in the least. He agreed to Pamela’s kind gesture. And hand in hand, they traveled the sidewalk back to her apartment.