“Hold the bitch!” 

“I am, but she’s biting!”

Scott never knew any female could struggle so violently just to avoid the opposite sex. But then, he was used to women who appreciated his charm. Still, he and Johnny had promised they would do this for Jelly, so they dragged her to his room where her betrothed awaited.

She raised her lip, menacing him to stay away. Who could blame her, Scott thought, looking at his scraggly whiskers.

“Are you two retarded?” Jelly clutched his stud dog protectively. “You can’t breed a bitch that’s not in heat!”