The third bullet slammed into his chest,

The third bullet slammed into his chest, but there was no more pain. And in the moments left, he knew there was just one more thing he had to do. He could see

had to be taken! "Forget the steel," I yelled at my fellow soldiers, "We gotta move!" We grabbed our gear and ran, uncovered, across the open field to

investigate just who the hell was creating this Forest Swastikas. I didn't believe the local legends about ghosts. I knew it had to be pranksters or some skin-head freaks who

think they're going to get away with outright defiling of the Goddess Gaia. We warrior souls connected to our Mother will never allow it. I clasped hands with the summer breeze

and watched it's womanly bosom heave into my face. Pure estrogen radiated out of every pore of my being. It was time. Gaia would soon rise from the sea to wreak havoc on Tokyo.

So I took a bath with donkey's milk and rosepetals, perfumed my body with a rare musk and slipped into a brandnew set of lingerie. Then I donned my leather overall, my stilletto bo

ots and walked my walk. Unfortunately I attracted a very amorous and well endowed donkey and couldn't run away because of the high heels. But the donkey was really a Prince who'd

scorned a witch after having bedded her for a quick one. The donkey was cursed to only mate with sexy women in high heels who preferred bestiality - not a lot of those available

because as we all know, only total skanks wore high heels. Seriously, all the decent women wore sensible shoes, not tarty footwear that made you have to lean forward all the time.