All the characters portrayed in this story are 21 or older except the dog who is 5.
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I sat on the park bench feeding the pigeons and petting my little dog. It was a fine spring morning. The sun was shining and a gentle breeze wafted through the trees.
A statuesque, good looking blonde stopped in front of me and stared at my dog. "Ooo, she's so cute! What kind of doggy is she?"
"She's a miniature Dachshund," I replied as I assessed the blonde.
"What's her name? Can I pet her?"
"Her name is Lulu and yes, you can pet her."
The blonde sat beside me on the bench and started petting the dog which nuzzled her hand and licked her wrist. The blonde giggled.
"What is your name and can I pet you?" I asked the blonde.
"My name is Margo and I don't think we're ready for petting yet. You certainly are bold."
"Only the timid are lonely, Margo. When I see a beautiful woman, especially one who likes dogs, I all my usually timid composure goes away. You are a beautiful woman; so naturally, I want to know you better. Maybe a lot better."
Margo was still petting the dog and she was still smiling. "You don't know where I can get a little doggy like this one do you?"
"As a matter of fact, Lulu recently had puppies."
"Oh, can I see them? Where are they?"
"They are in my apartment. If you are not afraid of me, I can take you to see them."
She eyed me suspiciously. Then she looked at Lulu who was wagging her tail and licking her hand. I could tell from the way she looked at my dog that she was hooked.
"Okay, but keep your distance. I don't know you at all and I'm pretty choosey about my men."
I got up from the bench. "Am I one of your men?"
"Not yet," she replied.
Lulu towed us back to my apartment. I live in a luxury suite overlooking Central Park. As soon as we were through the door, Lulu made a run to her puppies and started nursing them.
"Have a seat," I told Margo. "I've got to feed her and get her some water. It's time for her pill too so I'll be a few minutes.
Margo made herself comfortable on my suede sectional while I took care of the dog. She was smiling, almost laughing when I came back to the living room.
"Did I do something funny?" I asked.
"Well, you got my name and I got Lulu's name but I didn't get your name."
"Oh sorry, I guess I should have introduced myself. My name is Harold Kincaid and you can pet me any time you want," I said with a lascivious leer.
"Boy, you're really hung up on this petting thing."
"I like petting. It's the second most fun you can have with a woman."
"I'm not even gonna ask you what's in first place!" she laughed.
"Would you like a drink?" I inquired.
"Sure, what do you have?"
"I've got most of the liquor produced on this planet. I also have an assortment of soda pop and lots of juice. What'll it be?"
She pursed her lips sexily and said, "How about a screwdriver?"
"Coming right up. I just bought fresh oranges yesterday, so you get the good stuff."
I mixed the drinks and handed one to her. She took a cautious sip. "It's perfect! I thought you might mix it on the hard side to get me drunk."
"Are you disappointed?" I laughed.
"No, I'm just surprised. I thought from the way you came on in the park you would certainly try something bad with me."
"I would never do that. If we are going to be friends, you will make the first move. I'm not very pushy. By the way, if you thought I might try something 'bad' with you, why did you come here?"
"I wanted to see the puppies. Besides, you are kind of a hunky guy. I really would like to know you better. There, now I've confessed."
"You can't get to know me better if you are sitting all the way over there. Come sit beside me on the couch."
I could see the wheels turning as she thought over her options. She knew the next move would be hers. She also knew that if she stayed where she was, she'd soon be history. When she stood up I was struck by her beauty. Suddenly I wanted her very, very badly. She stalked across the room and sat down next to me. Our hips were touching. It felt good.
"Well, aren't you going to put your arm around me?" she asked.