LOL
Not all cocks are chicken.
In 1981, I was in a phone booth talking to my beau when a perv pulled up in car.
He got out and started waving Willy all around.
I braced my feet against the door to keep it closed, then smiled and pointed downward.
He came a few steps closer, still swinging that thang when, suddenly, at my whispered command, the Doberman who was curled up at my feet, out of sight below the opaque glass booth bottom panel, lunged upward, raging, and hit the door so hard he nearly went through it.
I still can see that bizarre tableau...so much “motion” and the sudden stop, as if a switch had been thrown.
You would be stunned by how fast a guy can go from full salute to utterly flaccid when faced with 100 pounds of angry teeth.
There was a court case.
He lost.
The courtroom denizens thought this was the funniest thing they’d ever heard.
LOLOLOL.
I too, was once trapped in a phone booth, in East St. Louis, while leering night creatures rocked the booth & I struggled to keep the door closed.
Ar dawn the vampires finally slunk back into the shadows.
Wish I’d had a Doberman.
LOL
Not all cocks are chicken.
Is that what they call “downward dog”?
they say women are complicated but if anyone can come up with a reason why men do this kind of thing, I'd love to know.....
and congrats for not letting that creep get away with it.....