Here's the thing

I get obzezzed when I'm doing a zine. I'm inzane. I talk zine, think zine, edit zine, want to kill zine, line kitty litter box with shredz of zine.

Zo please, if you want to talk to me and bring me back to the Mother Ship, avoid the "Z" word.

As it is, I can't get the idea of Hutch'z dick out of Ztarzky's mouth out of my head.

Thanks for that one, Molo.


Zina

Starsky's a trashy boy

There's this woman, she's kinda (circles finger in the air) crazy. She has this insane thing in her head. Sees Hutch's dick in my mouth, 24-7. Can you believe it? Sharin' the same fantasy with this nutso-cuckoo crazy lady? Who the hell *is* she?

Maybe I'll surprise him in the shower when I get home. I can see him now, body all slick-wet, hair plastered to his skull. Strong legs bracing himself against the shower wall as he strokes himself hard, cock jutting, gleaming in the cascade of water, making those grunting noises in the back of his throat. He won't know I'm there (I can be quiet, you know) until my mouth covers him, hot and close, sucking hard. His eyes'll fly open and that pale blue will turn blind as he pants, mouth open, holding my head to him and pushing me down. And then ...

Oh, yeah. Sounds good.

Hey, crazy lady? You. And your friends. Thanks for the idea  <g>