Odd Little Creature

“What an odd looking little beast. Wonder if it bites”, Millie laughed to her friend Amy.

“I wonder if it’s had all it’s shots”, Amy laughed back.

“I wonder if it’s housebroken”, Millie returned the volley.

“Or does it use a litter box”, Amy responded in kind.

“Wonder if he can lick his- oh, wait a minute”, Millie began.

“Yea, maybe there’s more to it than meets the eye”, Amy agreed.

“Have to be”, Millie added.

The object of their fascination was Ronnie Devox. Ronnie did look a little peculiar. He looked like a hairless teddy bear on a high fat diet. He was four by four, all blubber and completely round. He also knew they were talking about him. He could sense it. He always could. He also knew what would come next. The flirting.

“Hi, sweetie, want to buy a girl a drink?”, Millie asked. She was bolder than Amy. That’s like being less violent than O. J. Simpson. A matter of degrees.

“Maybe you’d like to buy two girls a drink”, Amy chimed right in.

Ronnie knew they were just teasing- for now. As they went on, each trying to outdo the other to make Ronnie feel uncomfortable, he knew one would make a statement that she wouldn’t be willing to take back. Then he could get her to his apartment- if he wanted too.

“Sorry, ladies, I’m gay”, Ronnie told them.