‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU’RE GOING TO GET US KILLED!’ The voice inside the mask screamed out in the Dark Trickster’s head, but the Trickster di...missed it with a simple thought, ‘I know what I’m doing.’ Clap.The Dark Trickster stepped out from the underbrush and continued slow clapping as he approached the entangled heroines.Clap.“Bravo, bravo, that was some of the best pornography ever produced if I don’t say so myself. Tell me, are you two professionals?”Crimson leapt up into a fighting posed,. She began to say something when Yuri finally ran up (of course after everything was over) and demanded, "Where are the Chechens who breached the church?"Banzai rose up on one elbow, pointed to various places and laughed, "There's a piece of one; there's a piece of another; oh, I think that's a foot; and that definitely looks like a hand."Masha looked amazed (and maybe just a little green) and asked, "What did you do to them?"Banzai laughed like crazy and said, "Jack and I blew them back to hell. Then, while you’re getting busy blanketing me with those inflamed eye-charmers, my hands perform exploratory overtures along the entire length of your back. And incidentally, while we’re on the subject, the intercourse isn’t always so erratic or heedless. Occasionally, we slam on the brakes and put a halt to our sex motors. Then we woo and coo as though we’re stopped at a crossing light, waiting for elderly grandma to gingerly cross over the road. We wait, figuratively, for the traffic signal. Let go, Doris. Let it go! And this is what I do, roaring my lungs out, breaking the air, chasing silence away.“My adorable cougar bunny,” says the little man beneath me (yes, I can feel his retreat), “now that you had it, I really need to pee. May I?”Pivoting on my right knee, I give him space. As he walks toward the nearest sycamore, I press my buttocks right in the middle of the shirt. Ouch, it stings. One or more blades of grass have gone through the fabric. I do hate the bites on my wet and.