Jazzmin Flush (57)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (57)"
   
   Rascal electrically elongated her canine telepathy, mind-hunting Thomas, barking her boldacious bewitching persona in his arctic wolf's direction; specifically, being a bitch in heat, offering, "I want you to stop being a stick in the mud and help Jazzmin too.  You can't be a wimpy weasel and walk away from your girlfriend's needs.  Do you even know how to be a boyfriend?"
   Thomas, frozen forever in ascetic awesomeness--never to be tarnished or twisted by tempting circumstance other than that which was directly knighted by the Good Ghost, barked back:  "Maybe you need to leave this wolf alone coydog girl.  Or perhaps you need a deliberate dose of wolf's bane to repel your passionate instincts, or perhaps a less organic approach--a scientific exorcism like Haldol, the anti-psychotic--both put supernatural mange into remission; I know you're in heat--stay away from Jazzmin's Dad.  Now, how's that for being a boyfriend?"
   Rascal like,"I never sniffed your hindquarters cause of flirtation--it was just kicks; I'm nobody's junkyard tramp."