Third time I'm trying to post this, sorry if it comes through multiple times.
Brad gazed tenderly into Angie’s soft eyes as he hugged her close on the bearskin rug before the romantic, cozy fire. He pondered how best to hit it: Should he go with his trusty Speed Stick deodorant. He hadn’t yet tried Power Unscented on his bad girl. And there was always her favorite, Lady Speed Stick. No, he vowed silently, this time I will take the plunge myself. Brad whispered softly in his lady love’s ear, “My Little Pony is ready, honey.” He bit back a hiss as he plunged into her nectared cave of delight, the sensation like battery acid eating away at him. Angie stirred from her vegetable torpor and asked, “Is it in yet, dearest heart?” when suddenly she started screaming like a banshee and flopping around on the rug. Brad hung on for dear life, feeling himself go ice-cold from the waist down. Uh oh. Numb nuts and getting tossed like a bronco-rider meant Lefsetz was joining the party. He would be lucky to escape this sensual encounter with his little pony intact. But that was what he loved about his wild, unpredictable Angie. Her inner demons guaranteed life was never boring or dull.
