He broke off in mid-approach and with a show of teeth snarled himself back and away from the windblown skirt of her.

The only human females he had known were naked Marys.

This skirt, flapping in the wind like a sail, reminded him of the menacing mainsail of the _Arangi_ when it had jarred and crashed and swooped above his head.

The noises her mouth made were gentle and ingratiating, but the fearsome skirt still flapped in the breeze.
"You ridiculous dog!" she laughed.

"I'm not going to bite you." But her husband thrust out a rough, sure hand and drew Jerry in to him.
And Jerry wriggled in ecstasy under the god's caress, kissing the hand with a red flicker of tongue.