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.

    "Are you all right, my love?" He asked.

    She gave no response, still lying unnaturally
still.

    Mousse shrugged and concluded (being the ever-
hopeful guy he is) that Shampoo must have been
overwhelmed with pleasure to speak.

    Sitting up on the bed, he tried to recall where
he had misplaced his glasses. He had been wondering
blindly for the past few days, as all he could see
were blurs.

Or better (or worse),

"Mousse!"  She spoke!  Oddly enough, her voice came from the other
direction.  "What you doing with pit bull?"


I'll shut up now. -_-;


-- Craig Putnam
Sailor Singularity

I am the Black Rose, the dead star with a heavy heart
that consumes all it surveys.
I am Singularity.