Still, it wouldn't be that long until Katy's parents were home, and she would need to take a good long bath to wash away the stench of dog sex that hung around her like a fog.
Katy entered her parents' house through Buster's dog door, and her canine nose sensed the hint of an odor that no human would have detected: someone was smoking pot.
She followed the odor down the basement stairs, and as she crossed the unfinished space filled with old tools and boxes, it grew stronger and stronger. She came to a small tunnel that led to another room in the basement, under the sunroom at the far end of the house. Cal used to use that room as his private place when he was a little kid. Now Katy noticed not only the strong odor of cannabis, but the sound of music and a dim light.
Katy padded stealthily closer and saw Cal and two of his buddies hanging out and smoking pot. If she remembered right, their names were Peter and Mark. They sat on the old beanbag chairs that used to be up in Katy's room, paging through porno mags, drinking beer, and occasionally toking on a bong.
"Dude, when are your folks gonna get home?" asked Mark. "We gotta air this place out."
"No worries, Cal answered. "They called and said they have to go to some business dinner for my Dad. They won't be back for hours."