As for herself, the concerned mother thought, just knowing that the dog was there at home would make her job that much easier. But she did hope that Kaiser's wariness of men wouldn't prevent her from having her own guests come in!
But how could she ask young Matt about that, without seeming to be some kind of dirty old lady hustler? Of course, in this particular case, she was peripherally interested in the handsome young dog breeder himself, but it wasn't always that way. The image of Stella Burnside as a cock-hustling slut was a conjecture of Phil Burnside's imagination and no one else's. It had been Phil who had imagined that all his old college buddies were after Stella's body, during the early years of their marriage. In fact, that was why, when Jackie was almost four, the Burnsides had broken ties with all their old friends, and bought a house in Carmichael, a suburb North of Sacramento.
Things had settled down for two or three years, and then Phil had begun imagining that Stella was seeing his neighbors, or fooling around with her friends' husbands. In the quiet, residential neighborhood where they lived, Stella Burnside was far and away the most gorgeous looking woman around, with her striking jet-black hair and her animated, perfectly featured face. That was not to mention the exaggerated hour-glass of her figure. Even after having Jackie, Stella had a smaller waist than a teenager, and her magnificent breasts were the whispered talk of Carmichael. She had long, shapely show-girl legs, flowing gracefully from her erotically curved hips and buttocks, and she always dressed to perfection, in clothes that showed off her assets nicely.
Any man in Phil's position as this incredible creature's husband would have been watchful, it's true. But Phil over-reacted. He took to locking Stella in the house all day while he was at work at the Board of Equalization, just to make sure that she didn't go out shopping where someone might see her and get ideas. Then, he began accusing her of sneaking around behind his back, meeting men he knew and men he merely imagined… And there was nothing the raven-haired mother could do about it!
When Jackie was twelve, and her young breasts were beginning to bud, Phil had taken an inordinate interest in his daughter's development, transferring some of his paranoia about his wife to the delicate blonde figure of his daughter. He'd drive Jackie to school, thereby missing an hour of work, and then he'd take a late lunch so he could bring her home, too. He imagined that the leering young adolescents in the junior high school where she went had only one purpose in life, and that was to get inside Jacqueline Burnside's sheer pink panties. No wonder the girl was afraid of men!
Finally, Phil had insisted that Jackie be enrolled in a girls' high school, which was where she attended tenth and eleventh grades. It was this forced near-imprisonment of her daughter three years ago that had pushed Stella herself over the edge. In all the sixteen years of her marriage up until then, she had been scrupulously faithful to her husband. She had never so much as looked at another man, even though she was ware of Phil's meandering. Once, he had even laid a sexy little secretary at an office party, while Stella was right in the next room! The black-haired beauty had gone to get a cigarette out of her purse, and as she passed the cloakroom door, she'd heard the unmistakable whisperings of her own husband, and she'd flung open the door to find him naked from the waist down, his long, thick penis sluicing in and out of the damp pink cunt of a young blonde secretary, a girl who couldn't have been must older than Jackie!
Stella had prudently refrained from making a scene at the party, and she even decided to let this one instance of Phil's infidelity pass, in the interest of preserving her family unity. But then there had been another occurrence, not two months later, when he had taken Stella and their daughter to dinner at one of the fancy restaurants downtown. The gorgeous mother and her pretty daughter had been excited by the chance to dress up, and Phil was in better spirits than he had been for some time.
Stella had even dared to hope that her husband was finally getting over this ridiculous jealousy and over-protectiveness, but as soon as they arrived at their reserved table, she had realized the reason for her husband's exuberance. Their waitress was a petite, well-built redhead, and the way she unashamedly fluttered her heavily made-up green eyelids at Phil Burnside could mean only one thing. And sure enough, after Phil had taken his wife and daughter home, he suddenly remembered that he had left his checkbook behind at the restaurant, and he drove all the way back into town to retrieve it. Stella didn't tell him that his checkbook was still in his jacket pocket when she hung it up for him after he went back to the restaurant.
But internally, that night marked the change for Stella Burnside. Jackie was miserable in the girls' school that was halfway across town, and the sensual mother could no longer pretend that her husbands' concern was just his male protective instinct. She began to go out with other men, when Jackie was sixteen, knowing that it would only be a matter of time before Phil found out. Mostly, her dates were daytime affairs, with men much younger than herself, because men who were her age were all working. A couple of times she had even made it with high school boys, all the time imagining how they would be perfect for her daughter Jackie.
It was also around then that Stella began to notice Jackie's strange reaction to men and even boys her own age. She got frequent phone calls from boys, and yet she almost never went out. Last year, when Phil had left, Stella transferred Jackie back to the public high school for her senior year, in the hopes that it would help the lovely blonde girl to adjust to the fact that she was an attractive female on the brink of womanhood who would have to learn to associate with members of the opposite sex. It was at the public high school that the beautiful daughter of Phil and Stella Burnside had been elected homecoming queen, only to turn down the honor.
When Jackie graduated from high school last June, Stella had dreams of sending her to college, where she would be able to meet scores of handsome, eligible men. But it had been too expensive for Stella to pay the fees and tuitions at the state colleges and universities, because although Phil was still liable for support payments a long as Jackie was in school, the reality of the matter was that little money came, and even it was irregular. That was when the gorgeous divorcee had moved with Jackie to a small apartment where all the utilities were paid, and that was when she herself had gone back to work.
Going back to work was what emphasized the need for some kind of protection, whether it be a man or dog. Jackie's schedule at American River Junior College, a tuition-free institution not far from the Burnsides' new apartment, was almost the exact opposite of Stella's work schedule. The young, perfectly proportioned blonde had classes from 8 in the morning until 3 in the afternoon, and often as much as five full days would go by when the mother and daughter wouldn't see each other at all!