Deep in the Woods
“Saturday morning. Nowhere to be, nothing to do. What to do? Masturbate? Listen to music? Read the stack of photography mags piled up beside the bed? A whine issued from the depths of the comforter as he shifted.
“Shove over, Cerby. Big baby.” Dave lifted the covers to find black luminous eyes staring back at him. “That’s right, I called you a baby. You’re a disgrace to your breed. Whatever your breed is.” He reached down to scratch his dog’s ears. Although he was named after the mythological dog Cerberus, this Cerberus was no three-headed, ferocious defender of the Underworld. More like a shaggy black overgrown lapdog that needed a bath. Well, the name had seemed like a good idea at the time. Cerby crept closer and licked Dave on the face.
“You need a bath today, you mutt. I might want to bring home a girl from the play party tonight. And if I do…” He fixed the dog with a look. “If I do, you will behave yourself. No barking, no licking. I’m the only one who licks the girls.
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