I call the judge anyway. He can't make it in until the next morning so Shelby Ryan is stuck overnight in county lockup. I walk up to her front door, tip the flower pot on the front porch, and sure enough, there's her key.
We don't live in the greatest neighborhood. Not that it's high crime but the small Albuquerque suburb of duplex homes is also not crime free. A loud "Woof" comes from the other side of the door. I left my gun at home in case I'm tempted to shoot the dog. I use the key and push open the door with both arms ready to save my manhood. The interior is cool, stupid woman leaves her air running on high for a dog.
One hundred and forty pounds of ugly mutt hits me as soon as I take a step inside. His tongue slathers my face and sure enough his curly haired body begins the writhi
