I wasn't sure what he was on about, and I was distracted, thinking now about ass fucking again.
"Hidden,in between," said Tinto, suddenly not sounding like himself at all, all his swagger and edge gone. "I'm gonna be sick tomorrow, but it was worth it. I got it out, man. It's real now."
"The thing is I wouldn't even say I'm so much of a sexual person, and as you can tell, I'm not all that aggressive or, I don't know... I don't know why it's important to me, but when it is, wow – my God!"
Tinto gritted his teeth in the dark, a sound like two walnuts being mashed together. "I'm not talking about ass, you ninny. I'm talking about dogs," he said. "I'm talking about special fucking – I'm talking about special dogs."
Wasn't much more after that. And then it was gone. I told myself it was time to close my eyes.
Tinto said, "Believe it or not, I like to help people. It's not because I'm a nice guy, it's because my philosophy states that anyone you help is someone who could then potentially help with the hunt."
"With the dog hunt."
Tinto said, "And I'm always asking people to come with us, and that's not because I'm nice guy either, it's because it pisses off Lulubelle,and that's funny as shit." He sighed. "I've asked a lot of people. You are the first asshole who ever agreed."
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THE DOG HUNTERS (completed)
General FictionA suicidal homeless weirdo has adventures. He runs into a duo of dog lovers, who spend their days traveling around the city observing and honoring dogs. Wisdom cannot be run away from. He escapes paradise and falls in love with a strange lady who m...
