The following is a work
of fiction intended for adult entertainment. The author hereby declares any and
all aspects of it which may be considered original to be public domain. Free of
fee for use in whole or in part in any and all medium for now and all time. A
quick one for the Halloween season. This one is for Mr. X who has been insanely
kind to me over the years. Rook.
Nightshade versus Phetish, the
undead zombie overlord
Sarah Saint-Shroud, teenage daughter of Nobel
prize wining geneticist Doctor Rebecca Shroud and Quantum mathematics theorist
Doctor Herman Saint, paused in the vestibule of the Champ Moore research lab
and smiled. She had been on her way to see Doctor Coxhammer, her godfather and
her legal guardian after her parents plane went down over the Atlantic five
years earlier, but her ever twinkling eye had caught something that amused her
and she now changed her direction toward it as she fought to suppress a wide
grin leaping about her luscious full ruby lips.
She knew that he was
aware of her, despite his back being turned to her and on his knees scrubbing a
stubborn stain on the tile floor. His cock was like a compass needle always
pointing toward her, she giggled at the naughty thought! Sarah called out to
him, forcing him to look directly at her as she approached. He leaned back and
sat up and twisted to smile at her, and she crossed her ankles and rolled hard
off the balls of her feet with each forceful full hip strut, causing her
40-22-36, 32G cup breasts to soar and leap under her tight black t-shirt. He
immediately blushed and looked away and she waved shouting out, “hi!” forcing
him to look back at her. She repeated the exaggerated wave of her arm and hand
hovering above her broad smile and felt the explosive shudders of her breasts careening
in ever widening ripples across her chest. He stared mesmerized at her lithe
nubile taught body as she rolled to an abrupt stop next to him and planted her
hands on her slim waist just above her proud jutting behind and laughed despite
herself as a trail of drool escaped the corner of his awe slacked mouth.
“Whatcha’
doing?” Sarah beamed a smirk at the still dazed man whose dilated pupils
slavishly followed her still quaking bosom. Sarah rolled her hip to one side
and leaned on one of her long luscious legs and reached her arm over her head
until her elbow crested her crown of long raven black hair and she reached up
and tugged at her dangling wrist with her other long flinger hand, pulling and
stretching her body. The pose, which she struck almost automatically when ever
she found herself standing still, which was seldom for the tall slim dynamo,
caused her tight black t-shirt to rise up under the strain of trying to contain
her massive ever shimming chest, revealing her powder white soft pale muscular
stomach.
Sarah smiled at the hypnotized man and slowly twisted her
upper body back and forth, enjoying the feeling of her enormous orbs slapping
gently together despite their mooring bra, as soothing as a boat bumping in
gentle roils against its jetty. The man was helplessly torn between the heaving
sway of her quaking quivering full swollen chest mounds and the tantalizing
hint of shadowy pubic hair that the low slung waist band of her short black
pleated skirt hinted at with each seductive arching tease of her back.
Sarah
couldn’t contain herself any more and broke into a laugh as she let her arms
fall to her side and hugged herself against the giggles as she twirled suddenly
and strutted away pendulum her full round hips as much as possible, all the
while knowing that she was flashing her white ass cheeks as Sarah never wore
panties! “I have to go! I’m running late! I’ll see ya latter!” Sarah called
over her rounded shoulder and giggled again at the helpless man as his now
almost purple face just nodded mindlessly and he finally managed a weak wave of
his wet soapy brush which sent unaware showers of water and suds all over him
and soaked his tented pants!
Sarah laughed again, causing her to
double over into squeals of delight and flashing a bit more of her self to the
man than she had intended and which caused him to drop his wooden scrub brush
into his lap where it caused him immediate consternation and wincing pain. For
as long as she could remember, Sarah’s life had been one of books and diagrams and
test tubes and study and her constant companions had been tottering old men and
sexless crones. She took particular delight in torturing the middle age shy
janitor, who had come to work at the remote mountainside two years back, with
teasing him with her opulent body. She felt no qualms about this, as after all
it was all in good fun, and she felt it was something of her right as the
research facility was technically left to her in her parents will, and thus the
man was her employee to do with as she wished, though she seldom paid any
attention to the day to day operations of the cluster of white concrete square
buildings clinging to the cliff side of the steep incline of the mountain.
Besides, Sarah had overheard two of the younger female research undergraduate
assistants who came to work during the summer months at the facility, gossiping
in the restroom stalls, and apparently the janitor had a decent size member in
his pants of some twenty four inches in length and with a nice four inch girth
to its base. If this was so, then it was the only passable penis in a twenty
mile quadrant, for Sarah had complied a list of various male penis sizes in the
immediate area just for a lark until her guardian had got wind of it and
ordered her to stop such adolescent nonsense! Sarah had of course obeyed her
guardian, but she was still curious about the janitor’s equipment and also
enjoyed sharpening and honing her claws of feminine wiles on the lone single
male under sixty in her immediate world.
Sarah caught her breath and
placed a light supple wrist upon her panting bosom as she over came her happy
enjoyment of her most recent tease experiment over the janitor. She knew she
could easily have the man at anytime, and she often allowed herself brief
little fantasies as she teased him, of throwing him bodily to the ground and
ripping off his clothes and pleasuring herself with the funny little man, but
each time she quickly suppressed the building tensions sweetly welling up moist
fires in her hot quaking body and instead found herself studying the effects
she had upon the foolish male. Besides her wants didn’t lean that way, whenever
Sarah felt the ever growing uncontrollable need to satisfy her ever budding
lusts, she found her self imagining doing naughty things to the few various
twenty something female undergraduates who the research facility had a program
with at the distant all women’s college down in the tumbling city in the
valley. It was with images of these young girls in helpless positions strapped
to examining tables being prodded and poked and rubbed and slapped and licked
and kissed and sucked and, and, and - that flew through Sarah’s fevering mind
when her rapid fingers triggered her desperate much needed release. A release,
which Sarah realized now required her attention at least seven times a day! She
had no idea what a healthy sex drive of a young woman was, but Sarah pondered
that if it wasn’t for her duties and studies demanding so many hours of her
overburdened stressful allocated time, she would surly spend her every waking
moment furiously masturbating in her small room. Could that be normal? She had
no one to talk to about such things, as she remained aloof from all members of
the staff and felt too awkward around the brief visiting undergraduates to do
more than nod at them as they passed in the hallways. Sarah had never been
outside of the facilities immediate compound, at least not that she could
remember anyway. And her guardian had cut off all her contact with outside
people when he found out she was paying people to bring her photos and
measurements of near by male penises, no matter what her explanation of a
clinical study she had made to him about it, it had shocked the old man and he
had simply ‘grounded’ her so to speak by taking away her internet access and
restricting her contact with the porters who brought up supplies from the city
in the valley floor below.
Despite all of this, like many women with
lesbian desires, while she felt strong sexual attractions to young female
forms, she had to admit that the male penis had a strangely deep unsettling
compelling effect of desire and attraction in its design, if only it weren’t
attached to the said male, it would be perfect! And one day soon, Sarah would
make the janitor show her his penis so she could study it more closely and
completely, and try and better understand this power it possessed over her
lusts.
Sarah was still mulling over whimsical scenarios in her
distracted mind of how best to make the man unwittingly display his member to
her so she could maintain her innocence if the matter ever reached her
guardian‘s attention, when she turned a corner and collided into one of the
three young under graduates currently staying at the compound. Sarah’s vastly
superior chest sent the young thing sprawling and Sarah quickly kneeled to
attend to her.
The young woman had fallen hard upon her butt and had
her hands palms flat on the ground at her sides and her legs spread wide in her
short skirt revealing her white cotton panties. It was into this niche between
the moaning young vixen’s spread legs that Sarah quickly kneeled, and thus
bodily prevented the girl from being able to stand or close her legs. Sarah put
a motherly hand behind the nap of the girls neck and cooed, “are you alright,
dear?” Before the girl could answer, Sarah’s other hand had found the girls
knee and as the little fawn nodded, the hand slid gently rubbing its slick cool
nails down the inside of the girls now quivering thigh.
Sadly
Sarah’s recluse life had left her with a dwarfed empathy of others. A life of
science and problem solving had created a rather absent minded selfish fickle
ever shifting focus of depth and shallowness. As such, Sarah never realized the
true extent her intensely beautiful face with its large crystal blue eyes had
upon the young undergraduates who came to study upon the mountain. She never
picked up the often not to subtle responses the girls tried to show her to the
occasional gropes and full body presses and seductive double meanings that
Sarah often employed on them and which she innocently thought they were all but
oblivious to. If Sarah had only known that back in the dormitories of the all
women’s college, that she had become something of an urban legend that all the
girls whispered about and bragged about how they would bed her when they got
their turn up on the mountain, then maybe Sarah’s lonely nights wouldn’t have
been so crushingly lonely? But then again, such was the nature of Sarah that
she found the notion of sexual intercourse with another too full of ungainly
obstacles, that she might have cringed at one of her tentative lust sparked
light caresses being so shockingly returned with any kind of forceful ardor.
Her mind was too easily distracted by her racing thoughts to have spent more
time than it took to achieve her orgasm before frowning and finding the near by
body intolerantly in the way!
The mixed signals Sarah shot off
around her left the wary interns mousy and tip toeing around the passionate
seesawing temper of their employer. As such, the young girl now spread before
one of the most radiantly and sexual alluring women she had ever laid eyes on,
trembled with uncertainty as Sarah let her hand slip slowly from behind the
girls reddening neck and slide softly down the front of her blouse to pause for
a light rub at her cloth buried nipple. The girl gasped and mumbled in her
hurried speech as she tried to desperately concentrate and tell her important
news to the smiling woman whose right hand now idly lightly brushed its
seemingly innocent knuckle against her damping cotton panty squeezed
mound.
Sarah was just wondering through a red mist churning in her
mind what those lovely wet lips of that panting girl before her would taste
like, and was just starting to lean in and find out, when she suddenly frowned
and repeated a phrase she had so distantly heard that she couldn’t be sure if
it was something the girl had breathily sighed or something her soaring
spinning mind had simply thought?
“Doctor Coxhammer sent you to find
me?” Sarah inquired.
“Y-y-es,” the girl purred as her eyes rolled up
under her heavy fluttering eye lids. She was grinding against the palm that
Sarah had placed firmly over the now wet panties of the shivering woman. “He
needs to see you right away. He - Ahhh Gawd. Said it was urgent.” Both sets of
the girls lips were now trembling and she was trying to smile through a face
grimacing with runaway freight train building pleasure.
“I wonder
what he wants?” And Sarah stood up lost in thought. The young woman immediately
clutched at Sarah’s knee high shinny vinyl black boots and pressed her face to
her knee, getting an eyeful of Sarah’s own wet dripping snatch peaking from
under the folds of her short skirt, and gasping to see it tantalizingly so
close. She tried to raise her self up with tongue outstretched, but Sarah
blindly bowled her over, the girl already forgotten as she puzzled over what
her guardian could possibly want and moved rapidly lost in oblivious thought to
find him.
Sarah found the old man standing in a hallway surrounded
by agitated and worried lab techs, who he sent off hastily at the sight of her
approach and ushered them both into a near by empty small office room. Inside
he closed the door and locked it. Sarah could never recall ever seeing the old
man lock a door before and she frowned at the unusual sight. He crossed not
back to her, but away from her to the nearest chair and collapsed into it,
wiping his hands through his wild unkempt locks of white hair.
“But
what’s wrong,” Sarah finally asked, repeating the question he had utterly
ignored the several times she had uttered it since seeing the old man in the
hallway.
This time the man answered her, “my dear, it is time,
perhaps past time, that I tell you of some terrible things. It concerns your
parents UB13 serum project.”
“You mean the one to cure paralyzed
people and let them walk again? I thought that project had deadened years ago?”
Sarah frowned.
“It had. Without your parents personal insights and
guidance there was no way to continue along their lines of research. But child,
huh, let me explain something to you. The world outside these walls is not a
perfect one. In point of fact, it is a terrible one of pointless hates and
violence and greed. But we are not self-sufficient here. When your parents
perished so unexpectedly, this facility desperately found its self in need of
funding. Out of desperation, between the prospect of you and I turning
ourselves out of the only home we had ever known and penniless onto the cold
harsh streets, I chose what I truly believed was the lesser of two evils and
turned to the united states military for funding. They had always been most
interested in your parents work. But from a military perspective. They saw vast
implications of turning your parents initial studies down a new avenue of
development, in short, using it to create a super solider serum. And for five
long years, amongst our other on going projects, that is what we did. We
pursued this goal for them and cashed their checks. But now the serum has
reached a test phase in which the military has decided to take matters into
their own hands. They are here even now. Soldiers and worse, with more arriving
over the next few days. They intend to test the serum on some of their
soldiers! It’s utterly monstrous and insane! But there is nothing we can do. I
am hoping you can forgive me, but more than that, I am hoping you will
understand why I must insist that you lock yourself into your room and remain
there until I tell you it is safe for you to come out again.”
“But-”
Sarah began.
“Don’t argue with me girl! This is not the time for
usual willful obstinacy and pigheadedness!” The old man’s face softened and his
eyes rimmed with tears, “we are all in great danger, my darling. And none of us
can escape it.”
“Yes uncle.” Sarah had taken to calling the old man
uncle of late and he smiled at it. “I will go to my room and wait for you to
send for me.” The old man kissed her hand and Sarah left the room and wandered
the eerily quiet deserted halls.
In her room, Sarah locked her
doorknob and then after a moments hesitancy thrust home the dead bolt, she had
never used it before and was surprised at how easily it slid into place and
latched firm. She thought of shoving a chair back under the door knob to
further barricade the door, but decided against it and sat quietly on the edge
of her bed her mind empty of all thoughts for the first time she could ever
recall. There was a terrible silence as Sarah waited and waited. She wondered
if the old man thought the soldiers would try and rape her if they saw her? She
pictured several large powerful muscular men forcing themselves upon her and
forcing her to do all kinds of nasty things to them. Before she knew it she was
fingering her wet needy clit and several powerful orgasms latter she slipped
off into a dreamy afternoon nap.
When Sarah awoke it took her a
moment to come to terms with her surroundings. It was dark in her room and
behind her heavy white curtains it was dark beyond her third story window pane.
She could not place the time and as she was use to having a servant knock to
wake her if she was ever needed on the rare occasions that she slept, she kept
no clock of any kind in her room as time was something irrelevant to her life.
The place was still deathly silent, but Sarah could instinctively sense
something sinister was in the air. Like a left over smell after a fire, it
lingered invisibly yet coldly about her as she unlocked the door and cautiously
entered the hallway.
Hallway after hallway was surreally empty and
she wondered if all the other members and staff had been ordered to lock
themselves into their rooms as well? But each room she tried proved unlocked
and unoccupied. Eventually, she found someone. The mangled and bloody body lay
in splattered pools of gore upon the floor and half glued to the white staccato
walls. It was a soldier, or had been, and just past min she found four more in
even worse shape laying in pieces like pebbles on a hopscotch grid. There was a
smell of gun powered and spent casings upon the floor slipped uncertainly under
her booted feet. The sweet sickly smell of blood soon covered the scent of gun
powder as she found the shattered remains of one of the main lab doors. Here
there were dozens of bodies, though in there current state their scattered
pieces beguiled the senses and made one believe there were hundreds. The lab
its self was rented beyond repair and dull with shock, Sarah moved on past the
gapping bloody womb of its door and proceeded down past it and around the next
turning of the corridor.
Again she tip toed on in surreal silence
and a perfect world devoid of any signs of violence save for the bloody foot
prints her boots now left upon the white carpets. She found her ‘uncle’ sitting
nervously in a small dark room still handcuffed to a small bench bolted to the
floor. He tried to rise to great her but the hand cuff held him firm. He hushed
her questions and hugged her into silent tears. “Now, now, there isn’t time, my
darling. You must believe me when I say, I never knew it would be so terrible!
I did not know, could not know! How could I? But I had my suspicions! And that
may have saved us? Now look, they tested the serum against my wishes on one of
their men and he died in terrible howls of first pain, then rage! But soon after
her returned to life, a monster! And all you have no doubt seen, is his doing.
He killed them all and nothing could stop him. How could it? He is already
dead. Now undead. I flushed the remaining serum down the sink before they could
stop me! But child, hear me! Down the sink! Not the incinerator! There was no
time! I could not trust it into their hands! The files I had already placed in
a special container and at my signal Hugo flipped the switch and acid destroyed
all those horrible years of work! If only we had done it much sooner! But the
sink, my girl, the sink! We live on a mountain side, our waste flows down a
pipe into the swamp behind the old cemetery of the poor quarter of the valley
city. The cemetery, girl do you understand me?! No, how could you? Listen, I
have done all I could but now it is your turn, your responsibility to right the
wrong we have done here at this place before even others are made to suffer for
our mistakes. Life is unfair, here! In this vial is all that is left of the
serum. Take it and keep it safe with you and flee this place. I told them it
had been designed by your mother based upon the genetic codes of women and that
a male with its extra chromosome would enhance and further any inherent
instabilities. Beside it is of your mothers genetic material, any other woman
would not have fared much better than that poor solider did. UGH! What madness.
Take it and escape. Don’t bother about me, that thing is still here inside this
building and he is saving me, the one who injected him, for last! Even now he
must be returning from where he forced down the helicopter that tried to escape
with the remaining solders on it into which he leapt! You must take the serum
and study it, find some kind of way of destroying it!”
“I will find
the key to the handcuffs and free you first!” Sarah tucked the vial of serum
into the waist band of her skirt.
“What handcuffs?” The old man
yanked at his arm, and in the dark room her eyes having adjusted some what,
Sarah saw that instead of handcuffs, a large piece of steel had been wrapped
around the old man’s arm and then seamlessly twisted about the metal sides of
the bench. “It is that thing that imprisoned me here like this. There is no
escape for me. It will be back soon, I saw the chopper go down just over those
hills in a fiery crash.” The old man twisted his body to look out through the
half open window behind him. “Oh my God! There it is! Run Sarah, run!” Behind
the old man’s bruised and bloody head she could make out an enormous hulking
shape lumbering from the rim of mountain trees and into the heliport of the
compound.
With tears in her eyes, Sarah ran!
With her
hart pounding in her ears Sarah rushed through the maze of twisting hallways
until she found herself outside in the front of the compound with the overcast
night sky threatening rain above her. She hadn’t gone far in this blue black
abyss when she stumbled into the janitor and the undergraduate she had knocked
over in the hallway a life time ago. The janitor was trying to hot wire the gondola
that the staff and porters used to travel down the treacherous mountainside to
the city below. The keys of which were always kept locked up in the central
office. The coed was holding a cricket bat too high up the barrel and she
dropped it and screamed when Sarah almost ran into her. Sarah calmed the girl
down and they nervously shook in their shoes while the janitor sweated
profusely at his cumbersome task. He sent them to force open the compound doors
so they could push the gondola out and over the steep drop, for her could not
get the motor to start but he had managed to release the motor’s hold on the
cable and set the craft for emergency free drift descent. This allowed
occupants who found themselves stranded on the lift to lower themselves by gravity
and hand brakes back to the valley floor. They would need to push the car past
the horizontal run of the cables of the compound and reach the point where the
sharp angle would allow for a free ride descent. They managed to push the
gondola to the lip of the drop off and then Sarah and the girl climbed into the
car, while the janitor used a long pole to slowly and painstakingly inch the
car onto the sharply angled decline of the cables. Suddenly, as the janitor
agonizingly pushed the car near the lip of the steep drop with the pole, a
fearsome dark shape grabbed the pole with incredible strength and jerked on it
sending the janitor crashing his head into the gondola’s open door jamb that he
had been facetiously leaning out of, the thing shifted its weight and let go of
the pole and instead grabbed the back of the gondola and began to jerk it back
onto the compounds little plateau. Sarah let go of the screaming girl and
pushed her off of her entwining form and stepped past the groggy janitor who
struggled to regain his feet under a face full of blood. With only a moments
hesitation as she stared at the vile horrible thing that was pulling the car
back with assured ease, Sarah grabbed the vial from her waist band and flipped
open the containers lid and downed the glowing amber liquid. In seizers of hell
spent furry, Sarah died. In death, there was darkness, and in that darkness, a
white flower slipped up out of the invisible liquid of night and through thick
sedimentary layers of soul broth she heard the flower speak to her, and tell
her though dead, she would return to the land of the living, though she would
never again be alive, and there do what needed to be done, for she would be a
champion of the Dark Mother and Sarah opened her dead eyes. There was no pulse
in her breast but she got up off the floor of the gondola, less than a second
had elapsed since she had crumpled in seizers upon its icy floor. Now icy no
more to her strange bumble bee buzzing tingling touch. Sarah pushed past the
janitor who was now beating furiously at the thing dragging their car back into
the compound with the long splintering pole. Sarah launched herself at the
thing and met its surprised face with several boot kicks and a knee. It
stumbled back from the vicious powerful onslaught and fell to one knee. Sarah
gave the gondola a shove and raced to leap back aboard it. There was a
terrifying moment when car and janitor seemed certain to fall, but he managed
to stumble back wards into the dark unlit car and then scrambling to his knees
began to work furiously at the spin wheel of the manual brakes until their
screaming descent slowed down to a controlled crawl.
At the floor of
the valley all three quickly dismounted from the car whose surface was riddled
with shredded claw marks and raced down along the winding road toward the
distant city. Sarah looked out over to her right where she could make out a
distinctive rustling in the swamp that had over taken the old cemetery long
abandoned by the city and eyed the windless limp branches of the trees. She
picked up first the young girl and then the janitor and tossed one over each
shoulder and sprinted into the gathering stormy night.
The janitor
eyed the street carefully from the shadows of an over turned burnt out hulk of
a car, before making his way to the hidden door behind the pile of dilapidated
leaning plywood and forced his way in. Past that door beyond the ruble pile was
a steel door covered in graffiti with a key code lock, he quickly punched in
the code and wiped the number face with his sleeve as the door grinded slowly
open. He keyed it close behind him and advanced up the spiral staircase to the
second floor.
She was waiting there, motionless, waiting for him in
the same exact position, just as he had left her eight hours earlier. “Did she
get it?”
“Yes, she manage to get the military files on that thing in
the cordoned off area. It’s calling it’s self Phetish, Lord of the Undead. And
apparently it has an army of undead that is just playing with the military,
inflicting heavy loses at will.”
“Cute.” She moved out of the
shadows and the man gasped at her startling beauty. Before him strode a long
limb pale pearl fleshed woman with long raven black hair. She wore a crushed
velvet purple eye mask over her large ice blue eyes and she wore purple
lipstick on her thick pillow lips. Her enormous tits were scarcely contained in
a strapless halter bra where her nipples peeped out from above its purple
puckered lip. Her proud swaying hips were sheathed in a silk short pleated
skirt that did nothing to hide her untrimmed thick patch of goth black pubic
hair. Her hands were gloved in elbow length purple gloves, and on her feet she
wore purple crushed velvet boots that rose to mid calf with an over turned top
and three large purple buttons on their sides with three inch black stiletto
heels.
Nightshade smiled at the janitor who was so obviously aroused
by her prescience. In fact since her death, Sarah had found that her
un-decaying body seemed to give off powerful pheromones that drove all mammals
around her wild with uncontainable unbridled lust! “It would seem rescuing that
little air head from the lab that night wasn’t a total loss. She is proving a
most useful tool. When will she return to us?”
“Tonight,
Nightshade.” The man struggled to bow with his lower region obviously in
rebellion to his will.
“Good. It is high time we slip past the
army’s road blocks and pay a visit to this Phetish ‘living’ in the swamp. I’m
sure the damage he did to the city and its people before we drove him back into
those mud holes of his, isn’t any where near done. He’s plotting something and
there’s no way those bungling males playing boy scout surrounding him are going
to be able to handle him when he decides to come out to play.” Nightshade was
glad to hear the young girl was returning from her recon mission so soon, for
though her hart was dead and she had grown increasingly cold in her mannerisms,
her pussy burned with a fire of lust undreamed of by mortal thought. And she
desperately needed that little plaything of hers to hurry home and feast on her
wet dripping snatch! Just for added fun she would tie up the janitor and make
him watch them making love again. She enjoyed how he howled every time she
climaxed and showered the room with super powerful pheromones! A good pussy
licking before a good ass kicking was definitely Nightshades favorite way to
spend an evening! And what a good delicious evening it would be! Speaking of
feeding! There now was only one food stuff she craved since her death and
resurrection, but she craved it often. She removed the whip she normally wore
around her waist from its spike upon the wall and eyed the trembling male
before her, “I’m feeling a might peckish, my little pecker boy.” Nightshade
sneered, it wasn’t easy being a super heroine after all, one had to keep up
one’s strength to fight injustice!
“Yes, Nightshade,” and the
janitor began to remove his pants.
“No! Let me do it!” Nightshade
hissed and the late auburn afternoon street outside the row of abandoned
buildings was filled with the sounds of whip cracks and moans, and then sucking
and moans, and then… just sucking. Down in the rubble strewn street the young
coed scowled, “that hungry bitch has started without me!” And she scampered
into the building as fast as her high heels and tiny spandex dress would
allow.