“Whoops!” She cried out sarcastically as the pitbull ran towards me. I stayed backed up against the wall as he ran up to me and jumped up, placing... his front paws on my shoulders as he began licking my face. I closed my eyes and tightened my lips, trying to prevent his tongue from reaching into any places it didn’t belong. I tried turning my face away, but to no avail. He was a big boy, at least 90 pounds, and was definitely mixed with some large breed of dog. He was able to keep licking no. " Mallory says with a cocky smile plastered across her face as she points to the road her school is on."Mother fucker!" Frank yells as he snaps back to reality in time to make a sharp turn down the next road the SUV's tires squeal as the large vehicle leans. Mallory's purse slides from her lap as the quick turn startles her. She leans down to try and grab it off the floorboard as the sudden stopping of the SUV makes it slide further away as Frank finishes circling back to the school. "Well now. I'm old enough. I know what I'm doing.”“Oh sure you do.” I said, mockingly.”You're shacked up with a 21 year old guy while your mother's out of town, doing god knows what with him, and get dumped in a skeevy area of the city, left to fend for yourself. Yup, I guess you got it all together. You're pretty fucking lucky that I'm not the type of guy who would take advantage of you, because theres lots of guys that would have grabbed you and raped you or worse.”“I know.” she quietly agreed “Thank. "I think you are misunderstanding the nature of our relationship Ms. McNair," I tried - in retrospect much too convoluted. I had another go: "Fran and I love each other, but our relationship is not physical." Better perhaps, if not strictly true - unless you apply a bit of Bill Clinton logic, but close enough to counter her vulgar suggestions.She would have none of it. "Yeah, right. You spend the night doing scrabble, I suppose?" No Ms. McNair," I replied. "We spent the night cuddling and.