Deathless Horsie

Sara, remembering where this is going from the first time it happened (August 21st, 2000), leaps out of the way before Jasper can push her down and stick his face into her crotch. "Wait a minute, Jasper! Things are different now!"

Jasper, looking more confused than hurt at his failed attempt at yo-da-lin in the valley, can't bring himself to speak.

"What happened eight years ago doesn't necessarily mean that it has to happen again today," continues Sara. "You aren't my pet beagle Jasper suddenly transformed into a dumb human being! We are second cousins! Always have been, always will be. So, unless you've had some kind of mad crush on me for god knows how long, which would be totally gross even if we're second cousins, and you can't control your urges to get into my pants anymore, there isn't any reason for you to act like a dog. Okay, buddy?"

Jasper stands up. "I'm sorry, Sara, I really don't know what came over me that time. I guess I should make it up to you somehow?"
Sara looks a little puzzled. "If you want to, Jasper. You don't have to make anything up to me, since there doesn't seem to be any reason to, and...what? That look...oh god, Jasper! That is not funny!"
"So, a quick makeout session is out of the question?"

1. "Yes, Jasper, it is!"
2. "Well...there isn't anyone else around here, and we are second cousins after all...oh, what the hell. You can also bury your face down there too, if you like."
3. Something else.

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