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Chapter 4

The Story The Authors

As the back door closed behind Tiki, Bitzy burst into tears. "Oh Vash," she sobbed. "My hopes, my dreams, it's all falling apart! I don't even know what I'm doing!" she bawled, burying her face in Vashondra's ample bossom. Suddenly the front door burst open and in waltzed an old friend with a fresh pitcher of martinis and an unopened jar of almond stuffed olives. "Janice!" Bitzy and Vashondra cried in unison. "Yes, it is I, Janice, the immortal! Previous dominator of this story! And, girls, it's getting mighty thick in here." Janice poured fresh, cold martinis for everyone. none

Candace grimaced at what she had just read on her monitor. "Ugh..not that crap again," she sighed. What's old is old, she thought, so why couldn't people just let it go? And when it's old AND awful like that, well, there's nothing you can do for resolve short of taking a pistol to your head. So she took a warm shower, got dressed for the evening, and drove to the cinema to meet up with her pals. If it's over, let it go

But before she left the flat, she made sure she packed the essentials: her flame red stilletos; her frilly nighty with the strategically placed holes; a can of pork and beans; a can of hair lacquer; and, most importantly, her petite crossbow and matching silver-tipped bolts blessed by the local bishop himself. After that "blind date" incident three years ago, she was never really sure she might not run into some spectre or tiresome vampyre in the night again. Men these days can be so undead! deidehs

When Candace arrived at the cinema, Vashondra, Bitzy and Tiki were already there waiting for her. They were a stunning group of women sporting beehives and leatherette miniskirts. Vashondra and Bitzy were especially radiant this evening having dumped the alternative meat scheme. It was as if a 16 ton weight had been lifted from their shoulders and they were free to have fun and enjoy life again, which, after all, is all they really wanted to do anyway. Candace whipped out her can of pork and beans and they all giggled childishly. cuddles

Candace stopped giggling immediately and grew pale afer noticing the fellow three rows ahead. "What's the matter, Candy?" asked Tiki. "You look like you've just seen a ghost." "Nearly true, Tiki. See that ragged looking ruffneck over there?" She pointed. Tiki stood up and squinted in the dimness. Somehow, running into a screen door had screwed up her vision, albeit temporarily. It was either that or too many martinis. "Who is that, anyway?" asked Tiki, hands at her hips and pretending she spotted the person in question. "It's...my late husband!" cried Candance. Before the girls could offer their sympathy, a lewd and less stylish woman harped from the row immediately behind. "Hey, you up front." Tiki, who was still standing, turned around and squinted. "Yeah, you...the blind girl in the miniskirt. Will you shut up and sit your Crisco can back down? I'm trying to watch the movie!" splice girl

Tiki, her eyes full of fire, turned to face the woman. "Crisco Butt?" she queried beligerently. Her arm was cocked, ready to fire the half empty can of pork and beans. "Sit your fat ass down" the less stylish one retorted, "You and your elephantine whore partners are a disgrace to huma.." In mid-sentence Tike fired hitting the bovine creature square in the nose. Red tomato sauce dribbled down her cleavage and stained her pink spaghetti strap tent dress. She rose, eyes watering, exposing her amazon body size. Tiki stepped back to avoid her blows. A skinny man with a goatee stood up three rows down on the left aisle. He began shouting "Art Art Art, Armegedeon...Not the Movie, Life is Art, Conceptual Art is Life is Art *Snap Snap* Melee Melee Armegedeon is Life, Alive is Art, Art is what livers do to survive *Snap Snap* Eat beans eat each other." With that the lights suddenly came on to reveal Candy missing, Bitzy sobbing between Vashondra's humongous breasts and Tiki pinned on the sticky floor by the low classed amazons knee at her throat. elan

The Story	The Authors
As the back door closed behind Tiki, Bitzy burst into tears. "Oh Vash," she sobbed. "My hopes, my dreams, it's all falling apart! I don't even know what I'm doing!" she bawled, burying her face in Vashondra's ample bossom. Suddenly the front door burst open and in waltzed an old friend with a fresh pitcher of martinis and an unopened jar of almond stuffed olives. "Janice!" Bitzy and Vashondra cried in unison. "Yes, it is I, Janice, the immortal! Previous dominator of this story! And, girls, it's getting mighty thick in here." Janice poured fresh, cold martinis for everyone.	none
Candace grimaced at what she had just read on her monitor. "Ugh..not that crap again," she sighed. What's old is old, she thought, so why couldn't people just let it go? And when it's old AND awful like that, well, there's nothing you can do for resolve short of taking a pistol to your head. So she took a warm shower, got dressed for the evening, and drove to the cinema to meet up with her pals.	If it's over, let it go
But before she left the flat, she made sure she packed the essentials: her flame red stilletos; her frilly nighty with the strategically placed holes; a can of pork and beans; a can of hair lacquer; and, most importantly, her petite crossbow and matching silver-tipped bolts blessed by the local bishop himself. After that "blind date" incident three years ago, she was never really sure she might not run into some spectre or tiresome vampyre in the night again. Men these days can be so undead!	deidehs
When Candace arrived at the cinema, Vashondra, Bitzy and Tiki were already there waiting for her. They were a stunning group of women sporting beehives and leatherette miniskirts. Vashondra and Bitzy were especially radiant this evening having dumped the alternative meat scheme. It was as if a 16 ton weight had been lifted from their shoulders and they were free to have fun and enjoy life again, which, after all, is all they really wanted to do anyway. Candace whipped out her can of pork and beans and they all giggled childishly.	cuddles
Candace stopped giggling immediately and grew pale afer noticing the fellow three rows ahead. "What's the matter, Candy?" asked Tiki. "You look like you've just seen a ghost." "Nearly true, Tiki. See that ragged looking ruffneck over there?" She pointed. Tiki stood up and squinted in the dimness. Somehow, running into a screen door had screwed up her vision, albeit temporarily. It was either that or too many martinis. "Who is that, anyway?" asked Tiki, hands at her hips and pretending she spotted the person in question. "It's...my late husband!" cried Candance. Before the girls could offer their sympathy, a lewd and less stylish woman harped from the row immediately behind. "Hey, you up front." Tiki, who was still standing, turned around and squinted. "Yeah, you...the blind girl in the miniskirt. Will you shut up and sit your Crisco can back down? I'm trying to watch the movie!"	splice girl
Tiki, her eyes full of fire, turned to face the woman. "Crisco Butt?" she queried beligerently. Her arm was cocked, ready to fire the half empty can of pork and beans. "Sit your fat ass down" the less stylish one retorted, "You and your elephantine whore partners are a disgrace to huma.." In mid-sentence Tike fired hitting the bovine creature square in the nose. Red tomato sauce dribbled down her cleavage and stained her pink spaghetti strap tent dress. She rose, eyes watering, exposing her amazon body size. Tiki stepped back to avoid her blows. A skinny man with a goatee stood up three rows down on the left aisle. He began shouting "Art Art Art, Armegedeon...Not the Movie, Life is Art, Conceptual Art is Life is Art Snap Snap Melee Melee Armegedeon is Life, Alive is Art, Art is what livers do to survive Snap Snap Eat beans eat each other." With that the lights suddenly came on to reveal Candy missing, Bitzy sobbing between Vashondra's humongous breasts and Tiki pinned on the sticky floor by the low classed amazons knee at her throat.	elan

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