you know?" Henrietta seemed surprised.
Nemiroff made a move to get up. The dog growled at him. Nemiroff sat down. "Couldn't you put him outside or something?" he asked.
"Let him finish. He's been locked up for a few days."
The dog licked Nemiroff s ear. That was it. The dog could tear him to pieces, but Nemiroff was damned if he was going to sit there and get laid by a dog.
"I have to go, Henrietta," he said, starting to get up again.
"So soon," Henrietta lied.
"Yeah, what the hell." Nemiroff shrugged. He started to walk out of the living room, but the dog wouldn't let go. Nemiroff shook his leg a few times, but the dog just seemed to enjoy that more. Nemiroff dragged the Great Dane out of the house with him. Henrietta followed him to the door. "Have him home early," she said.
"Have him home early?" Nemiroff screamed. "What the hell do you think I'm going to do with him?"
"That's your problem, but you're not going to get rid of him for quite a while. Once he starts, that's it." She closed the door behind him.
Nemiroff struggled to the car, the dog humping frantically on his leg. The dog had a death grip on him. Nemiroff dragged the dog over to his car. He leaned down in the road and picked up a board. Then Nemiroff tried to pry the dog loose. He wouldn't budge. Nemiroff was beside himself.
He climbed into the car. The dog climbed in with him. Nemiroff stretched his right leg across the front seat with the dog still clinging to his leg. He would have to drive with his left foot. Nemiroff pressed down on the gas pedal and drove away. He looked at the dog next to him on the seat. The dog looked at Nemiroff. Where the hell could he go with the dog? He sure as hell wasn't going to get out of the car again.
Nemiroff made one last desperate struggle to free his foot, but the dog almost chewed his head off. Nemiroff gave up and relaxed. Nemiroff and the dog sat through both features of the drive-in movie. He was madder than hell about having to spend the evening with a goddamn Great Dane humping his leg, but he was even madder at the son of a bitch at the box office who made him buy an adult ticket for the dog.
Halfway through the second feature Nemiroff felt the dog starting to ease up on his leg. Nemiroff thought it was too good to be true. He tried getting his leg free, and he almost cried with joy when he felt it slip out from under the dog. The dog then curled up in the seat and went to sleep.
Nemiroff started the car and drove out of the movie. He headed straight for Henrietta's house, but he drove very carefully because he didn't want to take a chance of waking the dog up and having him start all over again. Nemiroff eased the car up in front of Henrietta's house. He reached over the dog and opened the door of the car very quietly. Then with one big push, he shoved the dog out of the car and stepped on the gas pedal at the same time. He heard the dog barking in the distance as he swung around a corner, causing the door to slam shut Success.
But Nemiroff was shot. He knew he needed a drink, so he drove over to the saloon. Nemiroff burst through the doors and saw Marshall standing by the bar. Nemiroff figured it was late enough so that Marshall had already scored tonight and was back making a full report. Nemiroff was in no mood for any of Marshall's stories tonight "Hi, buddy," Marshall greeted him.
"Fuck off," Nemiroff said. "Give me a beer, please," he said to the bartender.
"Whatsamatter, buddy?" Marshall asked. "No action tonight?"
Nemiroff just shook his head and didn't answer. He reached for the beer that was set down in front of him and took a long pull.
"Rough night huh?" Marshall continued. "Don't let it throw you."
Nemiroff set down the beer and turned to Marshall. "You wouldn't believe it" he said.
"C'mon, try me." Marshall was curious. "Did you get laid or not?"
"Yes," Nemiroff said.
"Well, what are you looking so bad about?"
Nemiroff just shrugged again.
Marshall went on, he had to find out.
Nemiroff made a move to get up. The dog growled at him. Nemiroff sat down. "Couldn't you put him outside or something?" he asked.
"Let him finish. He's been locked up for a few days."
The dog licked Nemiroff s ear. That was it. The dog could tear him to pieces, but Nemiroff was damned if he was going to sit there and get laid by a dog.
"I have to go, Henrietta," he said, starting to get up again.
"So soon," Henrietta lied.
"Yeah, what the hell." Nemiroff shrugged. He started to walk out of the living room, but the dog wouldn't let go. Nemiroff shook his leg a few times, but the dog just seemed to enjoy that more. Nemiroff dragged the Great Dane out of the house with him. Henrietta followed him to the door. "Have him home early," she said.
"Have him home early?" Nemiroff screamed. "What the hell do you think I'm going to do with him?"
"That's your problem, but you're not going to get rid of him for quite a while. Once he starts, that's it." She closed the door behind him.
Nemiroff struggled to the car, the dog humping frantically on his leg. The dog had a death grip on him. Nemiroff dragged the dog over to his car. He leaned down in the road and picked up a board. Then Nemiroff tried to pry the dog loose. He wouldn't budge. Nemiroff was beside himself.
He climbed into the car. The dog climbed in with him. Nemiroff stretched his right leg across the front seat with the dog still clinging to his leg. He would have to drive with his left foot. Nemiroff pressed down on the gas pedal and drove away. He looked at the dog next to him on the seat. The dog looked at Nemiroff. Where the hell could he go with the dog? He sure as hell wasn't going to get out of the car again.
Nemiroff made one last desperate struggle to free his foot, but the dog almost chewed his head off. Nemiroff gave up and relaxed. Nemiroff and the dog sat through both features of the drive-in movie. He was madder than hell about having to spend the evening with a goddamn Great Dane humping his leg, but he was even madder at the son of a bitch at the box office who made him buy an adult ticket for the dog.
Halfway through the second feature Nemiroff felt the dog starting to ease up on his leg. Nemiroff thought it was too good to be true. He tried getting his leg free, and he almost cried with joy when he felt it slip out from under the dog. The dog then curled up in the seat and went to sleep.
Nemiroff started the car and drove out of the movie. He headed straight for Henrietta's house, but he drove very carefully because he didn't want to take a chance of waking the dog up and having him start all over again. Nemiroff eased the car up in front of Henrietta's house. He reached over the dog and opened the door of the car very quietly. Then with one big push, he shoved the dog out of the car and stepped on the gas pedal at the same time. He heard the dog barking in the distance as he swung around a corner, causing the door to slam shut Success.
But Nemiroff was shot. He knew he needed a drink, so he drove over to the saloon. Nemiroff burst through the doors and saw Marshall standing by the bar. Nemiroff figured it was late enough so that Marshall had already scored tonight and was back making a full report. Nemiroff was in no mood for any of Marshall's stories tonight "Hi, buddy," Marshall greeted him.
"Fuck off," Nemiroff said. "Give me a beer, please," he said to the bartender.
"Whatsamatter, buddy?" Marshall asked. "No action tonight?"
Nemiroff just shook his head and didn't answer. He reached for the beer that was set down in front of him and took a long pull.
"Rough night huh?" Marshall continued. "Don't let it throw you."
Nemiroff set down the beer and turned to Marshall. "You wouldn't believe it" he said.
"C'mon, try me." Marshall was curious. "Did you get laid or not?"
"Yes," Nemiroff said.
"Well, what are you looking so bad about?"
Nemiroff just shrugged again.
Marshall went on, he had to find out.
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