Take a bite of my heart tonight
01
“Raxus, no! Come on be a good boy-no! Don't bite your lead-ugh.”
Marley stood in the middle of a dog park with her dachshund Raxus, while Raxus was a predominantly well behaved canine behind closed doors, when let out the front door he decided to revert to his undomesticated ways.
Raxus' small muzzle clamped down on his lead one last time and tore through the material; before Marley could even think of grabbing him, he was off running like the Devil himself was on his heels. Marley realizing what Raxus' had done, tore off after her dog before he could cause any more trouble. Unfortunately, Fate wasn't feeling very nice today.
A small white Maltese had unknowingly attracted Raxus' interests and before Marley could stop Raxus', he was on top the white Maltese attempting to fornicate with the poor creature.
Marley was still about three metres away from Raxus' when he decided to mount the Maltese, so, deciding that her dog had already caused her enough embarrassment so not much could make it any worse, she dived.
“Filthy little bastard.” Marley muttered to her dog, who was looking at her like he had the most serious case of blue balls.
“Well, that's the most action Pinkly's had for months.” A deep voice chuckled from above Marley.
Marley looked up to the owner of the voice. He looked about to be about twenty-eight and had dark hair spiked up in what vaguely reminded Marley of Sonic the Hedgehog. He was attractive with brown eyes, a straight nose and high cheek bones. His lips were thin with a light sprinkling of hair under his chin.
“Oh my God, I'm so sorry! Is your dog okay? He isn't usually like this. Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed.” Marley rambled.
“Every man has his moments.” The stranger winked at her and Marley flushed and stood up, picking Raxus up with her.
“Is your dog okay? Did I hit her when I landed on Raxus?”
“No, I think Pinkly's fine, is your dog okay?” The stranger asked Marley.
“Raxus is fine, I don't think he will be when I get home though.” Marley laughed.
“I'm Brian.” The stranger introduced himself holding out his hand.
Marley brushed dirt off her hand and checked her watch. She stuck her hand out.
“I'm Mar- late!”
Marley turned on her heel and after throwing a quick I'm sorry over her shoulder, jogged off with Raxus in her arms hoping she wasn't too late for work.
Marley stood in the middle of a dog park with her dachshund Raxus, while Raxus was a predominantly well behaved canine behind closed doors, when let out the front door he decided to revert to his undomesticated ways.
Raxus' small muzzle clamped down on his lead one last time and tore through the material; before Marley could even think of grabbing him, he was off running like the Devil himself was on his heels. Marley realizing what Raxus' had done, tore off after her dog before he could cause any more trouble. Unfortunately, Fate wasn't feeling very nice today.
A small white Maltese had unknowingly attracted Raxus' interests and before Marley could stop Raxus', he was on top the white Maltese attempting to fornicate with the poor creature.
Marley was still about three metres away from Raxus' when he decided to mount the Maltese, so, deciding that her dog had already caused her enough embarrassment so not much could make it any worse, she dived.
“Filthy little bastard.” Marley muttered to her dog, who was looking at her like he had the most serious case of blue balls.
“Well, that's the most action Pinkly's had for months.” A deep voice chuckled from above Marley.
Marley looked up to the owner of the voice. He looked about to be about twenty-eight and had dark hair spiked up in what vaguely reminded Marley of Sonic the Hedgehog. He was attractive with brown eyes, a straight nose and high cheek bones. His lips were thin with a light sprinkling of hair under his chin.
“Oh my God, I'm so sorry! Is your dog okay? He isn't usually like this. Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed.” Marley rambled.
“Every man has his moments.” The stranger winked at her and Marley flushed and stood up, picking Raxus up with her.
“Is your dog okay? Did I hit her when I landed on Raxus?”
“No, I think Pinkly's fine, is your dog okay?” The stranger asked Marley.
“Raxus is fine, I don't think he will be when I get home though.” Marley laughed.
“I'm Brian.” The stranger introduced himself holding out his hand.
Marley brushed dirt off her hand and checked her watch. She stuck her hand out.
“I'm Mar- late!”
Marley turned on her heel and after throwing a quick I'm sorry over her shoulder, jogged off with Raxus in her arms hoping she wasn't too late for work.
This is great! Update soon please!!
4/21/16