Haw ppssorrf! Ya said "Jock" 'cause I remember thinkn' "his name rhymes with his steepled bit!" So ya wanna be called Jack do ya? Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine! I guess I'll jist hafta remember that rhymes with what I intend doin' to ya steepled bit! HawHeeeehehehesnort! ((Grabs the collar of the smoulderingly handsome man cowering against the clutch peddal and chucks him into the back seat.))
CCcccoooooooooooooooooooooWWWWWWWWEEEEEE I'm gonna eat me some coyote apples t'night!
I's gonna crush ya like jam and spread ya on me toast! I's gonna crack ya like nuts and sprinkle ya on me ice cream!
I's gonna peel ya like a banana and stick ya fair in mah Sundae! I's gonna MAKE YOU THA FATHER OF ME KID!
Ya got any food in the glovebox? Na? ((Drags fingernails along the beautiful torso as Jack crumbles into the back seat, leaving trails of blood seeping through the shredded material.
Flings self into a double turn backflip to land on top of Jack with head in lap. Buries down into his crotch and rips off belt buckle and all five fly
buttons with teeth in one bite. Rips off own blouse in less spectacular fashion as it is only fastened with touch tape; a new and convenient
means of 'fastening'! Holding Jack's face up against rear window and, using knees, works Jack's demims down onto his ankles. Wonders how
Jack's pants feel about all this hot Lureeeeeeeeeen action, shrugs, and bites into his bleeding nipple. Suddenly, like in a bolt of lightning, through
his wimpering, a thought occurs; %%
What if this guy likes Vanilla only??!%%))
Ya don't think I'm going too fast do ya? Mebee we should put tha breaks awn?