... whines hungrily.

“Well then,” Francine says. “Perhaps we can continue the interview over lunch.”

“A wonderful idea,” agrees the Senator as they all move to the rotunda. There is a table set up for the people. “I don’t usually indulge my pets but I suppose we can feed her some scraps from the table. The transformation process leaves them hungry I understand.”

He sits and pulls Belle down to lie at his side. He ruffles her hair, patting her, as the servants uncover the food, lay napkins in laps and attend to drinks. One gives Belle a peice if fried pig ear that has been seasoned. It tastes wonderful to chew and she finds herself engrossed in it as the reporters, her former peers, interview the senator. It sounds like a political puff peice. Not the sort of article Jeff would have worked on. Hardly the thing that would lead them to end up a pet girl.

“I must say I’m intrigued by Belle...” Francine says.

The Senator notes Francine’s interest. “I see I have piqued your curiosity. Belle is new and needs to be bred soon but I have to go to DC to work on a sub committee for the next few days and won’t have the chance to oversee her insemination. I have to witness it - there are legal statements to be made to confirm parentage and lineage of her whelps... perhaps you could look after her.” He smiles at his private joke. Jeff’s former lover would be Belle’s mistress. In heat but unable to satisfy her biological imperatives.

Francine looks interested. “I couldn’t...”

“I insist.” He passes Francine Belle’s leash. “You’d be doing me a favour. Don’t let her sleep with any males though...” the sound of a helicopter approaching grew louder. The chopper set down in the yard in front of the house. The senator said farewell, patted Belle’s ass and made his way to the chopper. And then he was gone.

“A true politician,” Francine observed. “He seemed ... gloating. Come on Belle. Looks like you’re mine for the next few days.”