Lilly stood proudly before her recently screaming accomplishment. Her not so long ago ecstatic looked up at his objecto de entusiasmo and pled: "Please be real" "What can be realerer than 'sucky sucky' (quoting her only favorite line from the otherwise ridiculous Officer and A Gentleman) ."Imaginary sucky sucky?", replied the then freaked out freak. To which the Lillyputian reply was another round of the oral ecstacy.
Alot more o's, ah's and divine appelations later, Buster came to accept Ms Marlanya as his personal savior, though it did still keep a side altar in his heart to Saint Baby Angel, where ever she was, pray for me. But for now he was ridiculously happy to be the pray to the predator who could turn a measly mealy worm into a somewhat substantial sausage.
After the shock of his good fortune descended on our pussilanimous Pallacci like a ton of adobe, he thought to ask about the origins, whereabouts and motives of this dreamdream dream that made him come true two times! The lady in question rolled the question aroud her saucer-like brown eyes and her extremely skillful oral aperture for a torturously lengthy caesura. So long her reply will have to be reported in Chapter 19. . .