:: sweatdrops :: Eh, lemme' see...

After such an intense orgasm, she should have been panting heavily; 
however, she lay unnaturally still, the rise and fall of a chest filling
with air curiously absent.

Cologne looked at the only man who had ever been able to bring her that far,
that quick, and that intense. "Well," she thought idly, "he can gum his way
over my body like that any time, but Shampoo's getting suspicious..."

With that, she pulled out one of her granddaughter's bras and handed it to
him, ignoring his overly used cry of, "SWEET!"

***
Don't ask... just... don't... ask...

-Touga