“I don’t know.” I told him.“Look under his belly. Mr. Benson said.I looked. I stupidly, was thinking that the kind of breed this dog would som...how be written on his underside. I got on my hands and knees and looked on the dog’s belly. I could see nothing.“Mr. Benson said. “Look closer.”By now my head was practically under the dog and the only thing I could see was a bunch of hair and the dog’s penis, of which the pink tip was just beginning to peek out.“You want to know what kind of dog it is?”. The blades held fast as I pushed forward into the body of the man. He was unbalanced and unprepared for my counter move, and then with all my strength I shoved him back into the wall. His helmet bounced on the wall, stunning him long enough for me to cut his left arm.With his unhurt sword arm the broad shouldered but short man thrust at me. I parried with no difficulty and nicked his wounded arm again. The raider fought bravely, slashing and parrying, but his defense couldn’t last. Taking no. She and I thought they made her look ridiculous, which was perfect. She stared out the day already terribly self-conscious and embarrassed. I sat on a bench and made her kneel on the ground beside me, ass on her heels, hands on her knees. I read for a while, looking up every now and then to smile at a person or a couple who walked by. Once or twice, I stroked her head while someone stared, puzzled and curious. She knew what they were thinking and so did I. She flushed red. I knew the. I was, speaking mildly, stunned and incredibly turned on. I wrestled to compose myself and said, “Taste good?” I couldn't think, unfortunately, of anything witty or clever to say! She took the water glass from me, had a small drink and placed it on the end table beside her.“Actually, my milk tastes really good,” she said with a playfully defensive tone, “you should try it sometime.” This startled me greatly and I nearly tripped on her coffee table on the way to my seat. “Haha! Very funny!” I.