Chuckie was drunk, throwing up
on herself; Eli sitting across the
room watching her bury herself
in buckets of dribbling wet *****.

He wondered where it was all
coming from. At last as her thin
body deflated even more so, he
arose, crossed the room & taking
the stick figure in brawny arms
flipped the stick upside down,
& whipping down her baggy tights,
squeezed her flat belly. It tooted
like a piccolo & he carried her
fluid torso to the master bedroom.

Ivan came in hours later & the
whole place smelled like someone
had been turned inside out. He
grabbed his nose & ran to Eli's
room. Trying to **** the soggy
rag doll, Eli hadn't gotten so far.

The room reeked of sour *****.