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The music starts as the first light of dawn breaks through the window of a
young woman's bedroom.
May Oak sleeps with a contented smile on her face and is far too exhausted
to even notice the commotion outside as her younger brother Gary shouts
and chases Brock.
However the noise is sufficient to wake Professor Oak and Mrs Catchum
downstairs.
Hoping away from Gary as he pulls on his pants, Brock breaks into song from
the shear joy he's feeling.
I wanna poke the very best, like no one's ever done.
To chase them is my big test, to bed them is my cause.
Brock lies on a bed with his hands handcuffed to the headboard.
He is totally covered by officer Jennys in red satin and black leather and
doesn't seem to be wearing anything himself except for a big smile on his
face right before one of the law enforcement officers sits on it.
Gotta poke em all!
I will travel across the land, searching far and wide.
Each beautiful babe, to feel for myself, the passion deep inside.
A dozen nurse Joys in pink silk and white lace eagerly await examination by
"Doctor" Brock, but he seems to have lost the pants that would normally go
under his thigh-length doctor's jacket.
Gotta poke em all!
Misty shoos away Ash's grasping hands and puts her bra back on then goes to
investigate the noises coming from downstairs in her house.
Ash pulls his boxers back up and follows Misty, but they're soon stopped in
their tracks by the sight of what her three sisters are doing with Brock.
It's my heart so true, gives me the courage to hit on you.
Brock has his arms wrapped around Jessie's waist and pulls her towards him.
Jessie is pushing against Brock's shoulders with her palms, but she has a
"deer in the headlights" look and is unable to break away from Brock's
demanding gaze.
You touch me and I'll touch you, All Over!
Slowly, Jessie's eyes close and her head tilts up as her hands go over
Brock's shoulders then her fingers interlace behind his neck to draw him
closer.
In the background James is outraged that Brock didn't even comment on his
new dress.
Gotta poke em all! Poke em all!
Brock and Sabrina (manga version, early twenties) float naked in each
other's arms in the middle of her gym, surrounded by swirling psychic
energies.
Abra pretends to sleep in one corner of the room, but one of his eyes is
slightly open.
Henry J. Cobb hcobb@slip.net http://www.io.com/~hcobb
Any sufficiently cool technology is indistinguishable from religion.