Page 52 of Doggy Style

“It is. But I’m on Rumspringa. I haven’t been baptized by the church yet. I’m just helping out my pop.”

Avril’s eyes grow wide. “Rumspringa? So, you can fuck?”

Jedidiah smiles. “Most definitely. Let’s go now.”

Eden just shakes her head. “Jesus, Avril. He’s a fucking puppy breeder.”

“Yeah, but he’s hot. Hey, I mean, Yessi fucked Preston. He was opening a puppy store. If she converted him, I could convert Jedidiah.”

I laugh. “Man, you’re all nuts. Jedidiah, how much do I owe you?”

He tells me, and I pay him.

“Ladies, can you handle the store and the puppies? I need to find Yessi.”

Avril is still fawning over Jedidiah. “Of course. Maybe Jedidiah can hang around for a few nights and help me out with all these de hunde.”

He tips his hat. “I’d like that.”

Eden throws her hands up in defeat. “Am I the only sane person left here?”

“Yup,” I say. “I’m going to go find Yessi.”

I get in my truck and call Yessi. It goes straight to voicemail. I keep calling and calling, but she won’t answer. Where is she?

I check her Instagram next, praying for a sign. Nothing.

I think. Where could she be? And then it comes to me.

I race down the freeway and exit at the animal shelter.