Big Dog by Ryder Dane

prank she’d played on Demon and Knight. She had a small ‘ha ha’ moment when she remembered the greed in the waitress’s eyes, and wondered if she would ever find out if Charlie had gotten a little ‘extra’ special somethin’ that night.
    Big Dog was still in the living room area watching the morning news shows when she walked over to sit and drink her coffee. He shut the TV off and sat back, drinking from his own mug, and asked how she felt.
    “I hope you don’t mind, I took a shower. I needed to feel clean. I do feel much better now though.”
    He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, cradling the warm mug in his hands. “How long do you plan to stay?”
    The question brought her out of her thoughts about him. “I guess I’ll get a few hours of sleep today and hit the road before it gets too late. If I oversleep, I’ll leave tomorrow morning, as long as a certain bossy club President gives my bike back and I have his blessing to leave.” She gave him a small smile. “I wouldn’t want to break any more rules after all.” He nodded and sat back in the deep cushioned chair and she asked, “Can I ask you a personal question?”
    “Depends on what it is that you want to ask. No, I haven’t killed anyone lately, I am six feet seven and a half inches tall, I don’t know what I weigh. No, I didn’t play basketball, and the weather reports I leave to the slick bald headed guy that tells me if it’s gonna rain on the six o’clock news.” He laid his head back a bit more looking at the ceiling, and continued his list of most asked questions.
    “I am a Leo, I don’t eat little children, steal purses from old ladies, or stomp hobbits. Yes, I have a name, it’s Hugh Dougherty, so the tag Big Dog has been with me since high school. I am thirty-five years old and have most of my own teeth. Oh yeah, I wear a size eighteen shoe, and contrary to popular opinion, I was born not hatched or found under a rock.” He grinned her way. “And yes, it’s true what they say about a man’s feet and hands being big. Not bragging, just answering the questions that I normally get asked.”
    “I have a few questions of my own. Like why did you disappear like that, instead of going to the Prez, or one of the others? And more importantly, for the here and now, I want to know what you think about being fucked by a man like me. If you have issues with sex after the way those assholes fucked you up, I can deal. Tell the truth, I have to admire your courage. I know grown men who have been fucked up with fire and more, that couldn’t stand in front of a bunch of men and show their scars. You got guts and dignity, and I like that in a woman. I was attracted before your striptease, so don’t think too damn hard on the subject. I had to wait, and my cock isn’t used to waiting when it feels an interest, if you feel me.” He grimaced and shifted in his seat.
    Could he have just offered to , “Wait, are you saying you want to have sex with me, even after seeing my body? I tried it once since that night. You asked if I was fucked up because of it? The answer is hard to explain, I’m not sure I can explain it. I have a few issues, but I can function if that’s what you want to know. The one guy, he was a freak about the scars, he liked them, but I picked up needs during after that time with those men while on the leash. I’m not exactly proud of those needs now, so I don’t talk about them, even to make you understand why getting involved with me isn’t a good idea for any sane man.” She stood to take the mug into the kitchen, she was so damn tired that she could fall asleep in the chair with him. He would be surprised if she grabbed him to cuddle against like the overstuffed pillow that was on her bed for those times her emotions got out of hand before she slept.
    He saw that she was finished with her coffee, and took the mug from her fingers, and placed both mugs on the table. He stood and she felt tiny standing