and would be under 5’7” tall. This time, when they trotted out on the field, you could tell the difference. The girls were definitely horizontal, breasts swinging free and tails curled up so they didn’t drag the ground.
The “dogs” dart among them, tails wagging, calling out. Rarrr Rarrr Rarrr. “Hi, Mike!” Joe waves. “How was the hunt this time?” The man at the front of the group—a broad-shouldered, middle-aged man with curly black hair and a bushy beard—just scowls and points at me. “...