Her full, red lips parted. She opened he

Her full, red lips parted. She opened he mouth. She slid just the tip in. She didn't want it all in her mouth yet, just the soft tip, she let her tongue touch it, the frozen banana

exploded in tasteful ecstasy. She nibbled ever so softly on the tip, and moved her hand towards the spoon. As she raised it to her mouth she sensually placed the ice cream on her

helping her rub the cream. His fingers entwined with hers. The friction of their affection brushed away the dead flakes of her dermal affliction. She blushed, her red cheeks

dropping snowy bits on the street corner sidewalk. He took her in his arms, brushed the flakes from her hair, and kissed her, Head and shoulders in Love.

"Let us?" he asked whimsically, as echoes of his kiss fresh in her mind guided her toward the bed. Heated, she peeled off her skirt, but when he saw her rigid green flesh-he wilted

and started leafing through the new Fingerhut catalog, only pausing briefly on a page featuring

decorative shoe liners. Yet another item he didn't know he needed. He grabbed the phone and his credit card. That's when the vampires showed up.

Well, they said they were vampires, where were the capes? Hoodies just don't cut it. Anyhow, they were clients and it really didn't matter. He put his phone away and handed

each a pint of his most expensive 1976 O-. "Bicentennial" was a good vintage he explained: Aids hadn't entered the blood supply yet, and allergic reactions were rare.