Redsand Canyon ain't nothin' but a G thang, baby

diesel did her best to suck in the hanging strings of drool when the brown-eyed beauty approached. when she came closer, the dog feigned a sudden coughing fit and took in a lungful of her scent. 

pregnancy had ruined that, too, she thought with bitterness.

"ha? ah." she realised she was being addressed. "-ell, uh, 'aybe earlier this 'onth-" immediately the bitch mentally bit herself. she knew jack-all about pregnancy, never planning to be a mother, but wouldn't she be all fat and bloated by now? "-ai 'een, ai 'eed, uh, kind doesn't sho' until the shecond 'onth." a pause. "alsho 'ai 'ashclesh hide 'ai 'elly." her biiig hulking muscles. the desire to waggle her wrinkles at the other female was a greater temptation that that of the christ.

but, she resisted.