He swallowed hard.A woman's body. What the hell did Mallao know about a woman's body? He sniffed in disgust, catching a whiff of hash rolling off his ...t-shirt. All the girls at school, and the girls at the malls dressed like white actresses on TV, they never looked at Mallao. They never looked at his thick black hair and big muscles, his good honest Philippine moustache and polyester shirts. Girls didn't want a man who looked like him.His sister didn't want a man who looked like him.Bitch.. I gently put one hand on her hip and very slowly tugged down the zip ofher dress from the middle of her back to her waist, revealing the tightstrap of black lace of her brassiere. I made to unhook it."Not yet," she said, quite sharply. I looked up and saw her, watching thesexy tableau in the mirrors. "The collar."I did what I was told, slipping my fingers tenderly under the halter neckand unhooking it before kissing the neck it exposed. I let the red tiesfall and felt her quickly move her hands. Jack’s Irish wolfhound looked like it could be the pack leader although Len’s Alaskan malamute with its blue ringed eyes also looked very sharp.I was most looking forward to meeting the new guy, Matt, and his Rhodesian ridgeback, a breed I hadn’t encountered before. I was curious as to how that assignation would turn out.“Hi Matt,” I introduced myself. That’s a good looking dog of yours. What does he weigh?”“He’s almost 40 kilos,” Matt replied in a South African accent. “He’s a very solid. I directly went in and called her. There she came with a red saree and matching blouse. She asked me to sit, and she went in to get some juice for me.She came after 5 minutes as soon as I saw her I asked what was the job. Why did you say to keep it a secret? She said don’t be in a hurry you will see a trail today and if you are OK with it you can continue it. Saying this she came to give me juice and slipped and fell over me. The juice was spilled over me. I raised her and stood up without.