Thoracic Animus (23)

   
   "Thoracic Animus (23)"
   
   As Doc and a bemused Mutt exited the modified B-25 Mitchell, Mutt swiftly forgot to process the insidious snakes, for the tall, svelte blonde woman called Miramaxus approached with her laser rifle in a firm grip, and besides the symmetrical features of her chiseled face and her sunshine, cascading blonde; plus, full kissable lips and aqua-emerald eyes--he noticed her legs exposed from between a pair of white snow boots to a furry pair of what could be described as exercise shorts--her legs were tan, muscular, and extremely golden with a kiss of glisten like glitter, and as a werewheaten-terrier, he felt a bit nasty for wanting to hump, but immediately got control, having enough empathy to know that this angel deserved immaculate love--nothing less.
   The threesome made their salutations, shared a few chuckles with Doc's humor taking the lead, and then Miramaxus glared into Mutt's puppy dog eyes, saying:  "You deserve a bone after those cool heroics."    
    Mutt honestly replied:  "I didn't do anything, and was freaked."
   The angel further said:  "No, I mean for hanging out with this crazy cowboy."  Her pointing at Doc; next, they all chuckled again, and it felt like home for Mutt's depressed dog inside.