I sat there watching

I sat there watching Gary drinking his milk, and eating his gram crackers. He ate the crackers with crisp, fast bites, the milk leaving a light half-moon over the blond hairs of his upper lip, way before the advertisement. He asked me one evening over the smell of fresh cut grass if I ever saw a dog get hard. As we sat on the front steps he called Tippy over and started to jerk him off. I got scared when I saw the long red thing. I thought the dog would go mad.