I hadn't thought of myself as a sex symbol, but to each his own, I guess...We tromped back to bed, and cuddled until sleep finally took us.That lasted...until five-thirty, when the pounding on our door got so loud, I had to go see about it. Rather than open the door, not knowing what, or who was out there, I reinforced the doorknob with a chair, and confirmed that the safety latch was thrown, before asking, "Who's there, and what do you want at this obscene hour?"There was a pause and then a male. Even though it was early in the season, she knew Mister and Mrs. Klaus were planning to make both she and Ken a valuable part of the selling season in the toy stores and that irritated her no end. She most certainly did not want to be packaged in a set with the double bum humping loser for another year of commercial advertising. She shouted out to the mirror that reflected her tearful face,"Let them stick the filthy prick in with those blond bimbos and call him Mister Orgy".She knew that. " he replied, pulling her to him by her hips. Her eyes showed confusion at first, but quickly turned to a look of understanding. "You..." she began, but he hushed her with a soft kiss. "Yes, Holly. Right here. Right now. Let's at least enjoy one evening in this dump before we finally escape. What do you say?" After only a moment's hesitation to gague her reaction, he kissed her deeply, pressing his body against her's, the warmth between them spreading in the freezing air. Holly's hands slid up. She was sex incarnate, happily adjusting thechartreuse thong and letting Pasquale strap the stilettosto her feet."Do you believe it, ladies and gentlemen?" grinned theCheshire Cat host. "This is the new Patsy Pow-Pow! Ain'tshe delish?"The crowd went into delirium as Patsy bounced around thestage like a half-drugged stripper. The men, especially,couldn't take their eyes off her unnaturally large and firmchest. Her boobs threatened to pop right out of the flimsytank top."Well, Patsy," the MC.