The two sat at the corner of a restaurant with white marble floors, reflecting the afternoon sun on their faces. The smell of goatmeat peppersoup mingled with the smell of lager beers, as they lose their crowns to eager drinkers ready to savour their sweet-bitter tasye. The gray-haired man said, "I have more than twenty-five years of expertise," then his eyes turned dark,"but only seven years of love".He poured himself another bottle of beer and downed it.
"Dad,my heart has been beating for you- for twenty-five years."
He sniggered nd at that moment his cell phone rang. He stood up,, fishing for his phone in his pocket.He was clutching his phone when an object dropped on the table beside his plate of goatmeat peppersoup. Gerald flinched for an instant, then he regained his composure, reaching to grab it.
"Zitto is chilling your spine,... Just hang on, will be there soon"
After ending the call, he snatched the object from Gerald, shooting him a look of disapproval." You don't pick a needle and syringe carelessly". He detached the needle. Gerald shrugged, putting a naked needle and syringe can puncture your balls. He cringed at his thought. "What ?" Gerald shook his head.
"Come, Zitto his bossing christy"
Gerald had barely skimmed the surface of his peppersoup; his table water was half-filled. He was staring at his plate when his voice boomed. "Puss, get up" He had no choice, he heard the chair crashing to the floor as he stood up, his feet shuffling towards the glass door. Really, he neeeed all the energy he could get- Zitto had a thousand demons residing in his flesh

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Christy's cloth was gummed to her body by her sweat, she threw the noose of the catcher over Zito's head again but he weaved and ducked the circle trying to entrap him. Though Zitto had been chained to a metal pole- he was brought in chains - his mouth must be muzzled; to do this, he has to be choked a little. Without warning, he lunged at her , the suddeness of his movement made her scream, letting go of the catcher.. Zitto seemed to be smirking, he was enjoying himself. He leapt again, his erection becoming obvious. It unsettled Christy, it was at that instant she remembered she had jammed the door when she came oit to restrain Zitto. Now she is trapped, the door can only be opened from inside. In the confusion she did not know when the door creaked open.

Gerald was gawping at her. "What happened?"
Zito did not allow her to respond, he lunged at them, making Gerald to back up but Christy yelled again, running behing Gerald. Gerald. Saw that d catcher was within Zito's reach, he decided to make a dash for it. Just as he grabbed the catcher's handle; Zitto bared his long fangs and flew at him, but Zitto's swift movement earned him a graze on his wrist. There was froth in Zitto's mouth and his erection was more turgid and his eyes blazed with anger. Gerald stepped back, ensuring he was out of his reach. Then he turned to Christy who by now looked like was doused with a bucket of water. " This strictly for the boys". He patted her shouldet, " You may excuse us".
She let out a sigh of relief, her mortified countenance beginning to vanish. Zitto growled in fury, baring his teeth which appeared to have grown longer and without warning jumped at Gerald, he missed Gerald but caught the noose. His erection was fully engorged now. He sank his teeth deeper and deeper into the noose and Gerald tried to wrench it from him but it seemed the thousand demons were now in full operation.

Gerald had been slogging it out with Zitto for more than (en minutes. Now, he was lying on the floor I no thanks to Count Dracula - though Gerald was a six -footer, weighing 82 kg and Zitto a mere 30kg, his demons were dragging Gerald inches closer for a kill. Gerald was breathless, he expected the door to open any time soon and his dad to come and help him out. It seemed Zitto was reading his thoughts and in a mad rage it. Flew at him, and made to bite him.I Instinctively,he lashed out at zito with the handle of the catcher, and a most shocking thing happened: he backed down a little, whimpering., his erection. Shrinkiing. Gerald hit him one more time n and it went down , rolling, it four legs flailing in the air, it erections gone. Gerald stood over the dog , the handle of the catcher raised up in a threatening manner. "If you move, I'll smash the demons out of you."
He tried to catch his breath and the significance of what he had done dawned on him. He had subdued Zito, without any part of his body torn and needing to be sewed up. Zito's visit was oftened marked by a surgical visit by one or two staff of the clinic. He bawled out to Christy." Get me a muzzle, Zitto no longer likes flashing his teeth". He could hear, the door creaking open slowly, then the sound stopped. He thought Christy was peeping, with an eye on Zitto, he reassured her to bring the muzzle closer. :He heard her moaning in surprise. "You mean that this mad dog can stay calm like this". It was her stattement annoyed Zitto and he uttered a low growl, but Gerald waved the handle of the catcher at him and his growl turned to a whimper..Handling the muzzle to him' she stepped back and said, "you are the best". Unknown to them, Gerald's father was. Peeping from the window."Gerald, you are not there yet. Twenty-five minutes to restain a dog is poo."
Gerald felt his shoulders sagging. He wished his dad could acknowledge him for once. He knew he was still living under the shadow of his wing,but one day he would fly out and know that he can fly. His dad's voice jolted him out of his thoughts. " Get on boy, four mutts are in the lobby waiting to boo you."
He shook his head, it is difficult to please his great dad. " Hey you time to gag your mouth."
"What?"
"Nothing Dad".
He heard his dad speaking again but the tone was mild. "Christy come to the upper room"