To a nose like his, it must have been the olfactory equivalent of a flashing neon “FUCK ME” sign. Bokepindo Lydia couldn’t say who’d started it, but they were soon in a good-natured race. His hindquarters were already moving. She taught classics, and had encouraged Lydia’s interest in languages in her last years before graduating the previous spring. Helen, like many who lived there, knitted together a living from various lines of work. That meant picking him up, taking him home, keeping track of the schedule and taking him to the rooms he needed to go to, toweling him off before he came inside on a rainy day, and so on. A full-size serving of hot collie delivered abruptly up her unprepared ass would be unexpected, and certainly “intense” for both
