"Help! ",Jessica belched, before throwing her body heavy against the open truck door and twice along the edge of a stump. Her eyes remaining wide and fixed in Mace's general direction. Then with both hands held tight around her throat she finally erupts with a roar and what appears to be more than a liter of black fluid and a partially digested thistle. Mace rushes to her side, wipes her mouth and his own.

"That was freakin' hot!" , Mace cooes at Mrs. Fletcher's convulsing body. "Seeing you in my overalls with your woolen sweater all shrunk up above your waist. I thought Damn! The Mrs. be lookin' all rabid sheep an' stuff. Then, the more I watched, the more I thought you was One Eye from TLC. It was so... I don't know... But, it got me singing that song,'Don't go chasing waterfalls... Do, be, la, da...' Hey, you wanna see me dan... ?", Mace stops in half motion. "Enough already!", Jessica begs with a gargle in her voice. "I'm still twitching, damn it! My throat's sore... and I just administered CPR -- ON MYSELF! So! Please! please. No dancing. ...I love you too."

Jessica may have survived her near death eruption but there's a more daft demon that brews within her. Sending her hormone levels climbing off the charts. Engorging her breasts and and bloating her ankles and neck. Now, sweating from every part that folds, and unable to speak at all, she gestures for paper and pen, and receives a breath mint and an oak leaf. Unimpressed. Jessica simply stares at the offerings as though she'd been struck in the head. Then, with the quick of a cat, Jessica retrieves Mace's lighter from Daniels back pocket, drops to her knees, and begins dragging it through the mud. Forwards, backwards and sideways , until something resembling male and female genitalia appears.

"Look!",Daniels hollers back to the crowd nearly inches away. "I think she's drawing a map."

Jessica rolls her eyes and faints...

Last edited by PogoDog; 08/22/07 08:25 AM.
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