Harold thinks about a dog

Harold's seat belt slid across his body and made that whoosh sound that seat belts sometimes make when sliding back into their homes. The seat belt got caught under Harold's chin. Harold went to move it, but Hoda stopped him. She leaned forward and bit the seat belt. She bit it hard. Hoda bit the seat belt until her face turned red with effort. She made eye contact with Harold. He trembled under her gaze.

Harold watched Hoda biting the seat belt and thought about a dog that had once bitten his brother, Hugo, as a child. Harold had seen the whole incident. Hugo and Harold had been young, eleven (11) and nine (9) respectively. They were walking into a warehouse where their dad was having a rehearsal with his band. A big dog, a Rottweiler, guarded the door. The boys had only ever met nice dogs like their Chihuahua, Mikey, so they thought this dog might be nice as well. Harold walked through the door with ease but when Hugo tried to enter the Rottweiler grew suspicious and angry and bit Hugo on the arm. Its teeth went into his flesh like it had been a soft hawaiian roll and tore through it like it had been corned beef. Hugo screamed but Harold remained silent, watching the ordeal with a strange fascination. He felt nothing for his brother in that moment. Harold would later feel immense guilt for feeling nothing during this when Hugo had to get his arm amputated for a related infection and then later died of brain cancer, which was not related to the Rottweiler bite as far as Harold or any doctor knew.

"Sorry, I just want to put everything in my mouth right now." Hoda muttered, releasing the seat belt from her grip and bringing Harold back to the present.

"Oh really?"

"Yea..." Hoda's eyes travelled from Harold's eyes down to his crotch which was bulging and damp with pre-cum.

"Um..." Harold took the seat belt off his neck.

Hoda lunged forward and bit Harold's neck like a vampire or rabid ferret, knowing through instinct which vein to strike to kill.

"OW!" Harold yelped.

Hoda laughed.

"I'm just kidding around." She started climbing out of her seat towards Harold. Harold was pretty confused at this point what Hoda was going to do or bite next. He was scared. He did not want his skin to be penetrated as easily as a hawaiian roll and torn to pieces as easily as corned beef.

"I don't want my skin to be penetrated as easily as a hawaiian roll and torn to pieces as easily as corned beef." He said.

"I - I'm not - what?" Hoda was struggling with getting out of her seat. The 2016 Honda Fit was a small car and Hoda was a small girl who needed a small car to feel comfortable. Whenever Hoda drove a larger car, like say, a Honda Pilot, she felt like a little baby pretending to be a grown up. Hoda moved her seat back using the lever under the seat and the knobs to the side of the seat. This gave her more room to move her legs so she swung them up onto her seat and crouched there. She swung one leg towards Harold and over his body. She put her hand towards the ceiling of the car to help her balance but it went right through the sun roof and she nearly fell.

"Oh! I forgot the sunroof was open!" She said.

Harold didn't say anything. He was still afraid. He suddenly had a sense of doom.

Hoda regained her balance. Her left leg bent around Harold and her right leg followed and wrapped around the other side of him. She sat on Harold's lap. It was very cramped and Hoda's back pressed against the dashboard.

"Do you wanna slide your seat back?"

Harold could barely hear Hoda over his racing thoughts shouting DOOM. DOOM. DOOM.

Why is this happening? Thought Harold. Why am I thinking these thoughts? I just want to make out with Hoda in peace like I usually do. Why am I getting the feeling that I am about to die?

"Harold, slide your seat back."

Harold blinked and saw Hoda, awkwardly crouched over his lap. He saw his aggressive boner poking through his pants and he saw the circle of wet that his pre-cum had made. Pretty amazing that his boner had survived these thoughts of doom. Harold took that as a sign to disregard these feelings and move forward with the hook up.

"Yea, of course. Sorry."