Kennedy rushes to work

She takes the elevator down, riding alongside a man with a helper dog. The Labrador Retriever keeps sniffing at your crotch through the blue dress. Dogs know. The man is trying to control it.

"Down Butch. Sorry miss, he's usually better behaved. He must smell something."

"I just had a shower."

"Oh, that'll be it; he loves the smell of wet people."

The dog lowers his head a moment and then sticks it up under the dress. You feel a wet nose and tongue on your slit.

"Down Butch!"

He pulls the dog away from you, causing your dress to ride up from its usual place just above your knees so it's now just below your crotch. Kennedy quickly pulls it back down.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten into him today. Normally he totally ignores people; he must really like you."

"It's all right; I guess that's kind of a compliment."

What the fuck is up with the dog?

It's probably because the last time I was here I was a wolf totem.

You could have told me.

The elevator reaches the ground floor and she runs outside.