Just as expected, Keith Richard's came into

Just as expected, Keith Richard's came into the Barnes & Noble. He had his guitar. He lit a cigarette, inside the store. Becky swallowed hard. No one said anything. He said, "Read

it again love, buh thishtime wiv beh-uh pronunshiation." She found it easier this time, having finished her work while he dragged her clutching hard to his upper thigh. Keith

stopped suddenly, overcome with vertigo. Keith's blood was nowhere near his brain, that was the problem. She dropped off his thigh as he lumbered about for balance. "Keith," she

muttered in is ear, "I need to feed this hunger". In his stupor, Keith slammed into the coffee table, bounced off the couch, and landed face down on the floor. She leaned in close

and removed the Snickers from his pocket. King Size. She stared at the bar in reverence. "You complete me!" and then applied the bar directly to her thighs. She shivered in joy.

Or was it Almond Joy? She was in the mood for a nut - but trolling the halfway house for tawdry sex was a habit she was trying to shake, but she craved a

fozen banana, or was it just a regular banana that she wanted later? She wasn't sure. The only thing she knew is that if Mitch were here, he would say the same thing. He would also

want a Monkey plushie. He liked Plushies and Monkeys, an program that was so stupid i didn't even look at it.

Phil watched the customer waddle away. As he did, he could not help the erection growing in his pants as that customer took the form of a penguin in his mind's eye.