Purebred

For the first time in her life, Jeannie had a 20,000 dollars cheque in her purse. Just the right amount to clear all her debts to make a fresh start with a clean slate. She was sure of not having a relative to leave her such an amount, but when the lawyer handed the cheque, she couldn't do anything but accept it. Freddie didn't know that. He didn't have to know. After leaving the lawyer's office, she quickly ran there not to make him suspect anything.

Trying to be calm, she walked to her lurking point. Now it was time to wait for her prey. Everyday, more or less at the same time, they were coming to this remote corner of the city park, where he put off her collar. A short, grey-haired, pale-faced, sick-looking, middle aged man with oversized sunglasses and a big weird head wobbling on his unusually thin neck, and his wonderful dog, a rare female purebred samoyed of matchless beauty with shiny snow white fur... All she had to do was to distract the man. How hard could it be? Thanks to her inherent beauty, there had been nothing in her life she could do better.

She had just positioned herself, when she saw them approaching. As he put off her collar, she undid one more button of her revealing shirt and started walking toward them. When she came in front of them, her small black notebook was dropped, as if accidentally. She bent down to take it back. She knew that her cleavage caught his eyes. She smiled when she saw him staring at her. The man responded with an awkward smile. He's a bit shy, she thought, it will be easier than I expected. She asked him the time. He answered with an unemphatic voice. She asked if he lives around there. For a while, he said, again with a dull voice, but scanning her well shaped body from top to bottom.

Everything was going on as planned. Her perfect body had never disappointed her yet. Meanwhile the dog went away, sniffing the ground and walking toward the shady grove which is barely visible from where they were. Freddie should be there, waiting for the samoyed. He had prepared a route for the dog toward the grove, spraying a special cocktail of pheromones. When the dog entered the grove, he was going to grab her, shove her in the back of the van, and speed away as fast as he can.

She was working with Freddie for nearly three years. They were stealing rarest, most expensive purebred dogs. But this time was going to be her last time. Not just because of the inheritance she got, but also the tragic fate of those beautiful creatures, which was disturbing her conscience for some time. They were selling all dogs to a dog breeding facility, established in the countryside. The lives of the female dogs were the hardest. They were turned into breeding machines and forced to give birth twice, sometimes thrice a year and eventually put down when they were exhausted.

She was walking beside the man toward the grove. She noticed that the man couldn't take his gaze off of her. With a frozen smile on his face, he was talking non-stop about his dog. But she especially cared for not showing any interest for the dog. Oh c'mon. Dog owners never know anything except their doggies. Pluto did this, Pluto did that. Pluto? What a silly name for such an amazing creature. The far away cry of the dog woke her up from her thoughts. Freddie had to be at work. The cry went louder and louder until it came to an abrupt end. Then she heard the van thundering away. The job was done.

Thinking that Freddie should have a less noisy van, she noticed the strange indifference of the man. He was looking like he had not heard the cries of his dog. That was strange. It shouldn't be like that. This was the exact moment when the dog owners leave her and run after their dogs. That was what happened every single time until now. That was giving her the chance to disappear. Jeannie had lost her bearings by the monotonous talk of the man, walking without taking his gaze off of her. They slowly ambled the shady grove. At the darkest spot in the woods she suddenly heard a buzzing noise and saw the man throwing away his sunglasses showing his black eyes as big as saucers and jumping on her with an unexpected agility. That was the last thing she could remember from the earth.

Followed by the curious big eyes of big headed dark silhouettes outside of her cell, which looks like an elastic bubble made of a transparent material, Jeannie layed herself down one more time bare-naked on the bed and watched another naked young hunk with a perfect muscled body being let inside. Then she turned her gaze up to see her hundreds of little babies growing up in pear-shaped transparent jars of various sizes hanging from the ceiling of her cell. She tried to be ready to produce another offspring, those weird aliens would like to adopt as pet. She was feeling so exhausted.