She was my daughter. I was proud of her.

She was my daughter. I was proud of her. She'd opened up a juice store called Jambo Juice. She was doing well until Jamba Juice opened across the street. Corporate villains.

Jamba was first, but the Jamba Enforcers came once a day to squeeze all the juice out of her lemons, papayas and melons. It was only a matter of time before Janet's Jambo Juicery

was nothing more than an empty cafe full of shriveled fruits. The Jambas may have come first, but that doesn't give them the right to crush all other juicy civilizations. Janet was

wearing nothing but her sensuous dripping fruit juice when Senator Jumba turned up at her door, all a-swagger with the freshly crushed juice of exterminated civilizations.

Senator Jumba fell to his knees &, starting at her right ankle, with an oddly rough tongue, licked up her calf over her knee, up her thigh, over her hip, dipped in to her waist and

purrrrrrrred. Senator Jumba stopped suddenly and coughed up a hairball. "Oh sorry," she said. "I should have shaved." He rubbed his nose against her jaw & narrowed his green eyes.

purred, promising to return shortly. He watched her sashay away from where he lay. Then he heard the telltale sound of her excessive scratching. Was she digging to China in there?

More worrisome still, what if she actually managed to reach the place? With a groan, he forced himself to stand, and on legs still sore, he stumbled into the next room. He saw her

standing by the kitchen sink with a meat cleaver in one hand and linking rings in the other. She noticed me with her glaucous eyes and I was unable to