#6: Lived to Tell the Tale
“Agatha… Agatha, you awake?” called the muffled voice within the pitch blackness of her closed eye.
“I’m…wake.” mumbled Agatha as her eyelids slowly rose. Despite the blurry vision & the lack of a right eye, she can still recognize Pasquel’s physique, voice & unique scent.
“Oh my god, you’re alright.” quietly cheered Pasquel.
“Where am I? Where are the others?” she questioned as she wriggled in the hospital bed.
“Relax. You had quite a run in with danger, didn‘t you?”
“Now’s not the time for rest, I have too…” Agatha suddenly felt something funny as she reached down in her sheets. “Agh! Something feels weird?”
“Agatha, please.” urged Pasquel as he tried to take hold of her arms & shoulders.
“No, lay off me I…” Agatha struggled, then tossed aside the bed sheets & beheld a sight that would of broken the strongest of people.
“My leg!!!” she cried. “That bastard, he took my leg!!!!!”
Feeling defenseless & empty, Agatha cried into Pasquel’s chest, letting every tear soak his black suit coat & pattered tie. Pasquel looked up at the ceiling lights, trying desperately hard not to shed a tear.
“Tell me, do you know what happened?” asked Agatha.
“How could I not know what happened. This past week was very hectic for me. The news has been playing that fiddle non stop.” replied Pasquel as he fed her a spoonful of blue jello.
“What about Schizo & Points?”
“Well, if that’s what you want to call them……..Schizo, aka: Fyodor Polenk is in a temporary coma, but he‘ll survive. Points, aka: Enzo Fukada…. Well, he wasn’t so lucky.”
“What about the baby?” asked Agatha as she nearly spilled jello on the bedsheets.
“Baby? What baby?”
“The baby, the……Oh god, he took her too.”
“Baby? What are you talking about Agatha?” Pasquel quickly walked took hold of Agatha‘s shoulder‘s as she was about to step off the bed. “Agatha, why didn’t you call me sooner. I swear, that night on the hideout back in New York, I was brutally honest when I told you I wore protection. I swear to you, I even checked for holes & applied the --”
“Don’t worry Pasquel.” chuckled Agatha. “She’s not ours. She was Bambi’s.”
“Who? Bambi?”
“A friend. I’ll tell you about her later.“ Agatha could not contain her laughter as she went back to lying on the blue bed. “Pasquel, you’re so funny. Believe me, I really needed that.”
“Believe me, it was unintentional.“ Pasquel then grew a smile on his face as he watched Agatha chuckle silently to herself.
The smiles & small laughter halted as two suited men barge into the door as they bransihed their federal badges.
“Ms. Agatha Enix” addressed the man in the dark grey suit. “My name is Matthew & this is my compatriot, Simon. LAPD, we have a couple of questions that won’t take too much time off your hands. We both would appreciate it if you would answer them as efficiently & truthfully.”
As Matthew talked to Agatha, Simon turned toward Pasquel.
“Sir, we kindly have to ask you to step out for a moment. Thank you.”
Pasquel was shoved out the room, without a moment to collect his satchel. He stood by watching the two suited men facing towards defenseless Agatha in the hospital bed, followed by the door closing.
An hour and fifteen minutes pass until the two men step out of the room in their shades. Pasquel sits on the plastic chair with a magazine over his face as he listens in to the two agents as they wait for their elevator.
“So, what do you think, Chief?” asked Simon as he pulls a cigarette joint from his coat.
“Delusional. I’m willing to believe someone cut off her leg & her eye, I just don’t think it’s who she says it is. You’ve seen the news reports, he’s been caught. She’s hiding something or is on something, I’ve seen this before. Mary Zoworski, Age 39, avid Nixon supporter. So much so she divorced her husband of 5 years because he voted Humphrey. After Watergate, she lost her marbles, kills her son, blames it on Nixon the whole drive to the women‘s prison. Believe me, she‘s the prologue of a series of Kalifornia Kutter related crimes. We need to dig in to what will occur.”
“Matthew.” said Simon, “What if she really is telling us the truth? What if the man we caught was nothing but a scapegoat?”
“Didn’t they teach you in school that ‘What if..’ questions are useless versions of insinuations? Insinuations just muddles the truth into believing the lies. Remember that.”
“You gave her the card, right?” asked Simon.
“Of course I did. What kind of stupid question is that. You’re out of the loop today.”
As the two entered the elevator lift, Pasquel rolls up the magazine & enters the room, holding back all the anger he has toward those two.
After a whole week of bed rest, check ups & agonizing physical therapy, Agatha was ready to leave the hospital. She sat by on the wheelchair pushed by Pasquel.
“Wow.” said Agatha as she laid eyes on a sleek & stylish black sports car. “A rental or did Spinelli let you borrow it?”
“All mine. Airlifted from New York to Cali. They even changed the plates to the California ones. Not bad, eh?”
“No, not bad at all. Oh hopefully Margarette isn‘t too worried.”
“May I?” asked Pasquel as he extended a hand towards Agatha.
Slowly, Agatha puts a little weight onto the prosthetic on her right leg, then sits on the cushy leather upholstery of the sports car.
“Relax.” said Pasquel as he activated the car’s engine. “There’s some better clothes waiting for you at the mansion, get you off that mediocre garb.”
“Why? I like this shirt. What’s it say?” Agatha handles her shirt & sees the word ‘California’ printed on a comic sans font. “Ugh. Anyway, how do you know my measurements.”
“Let‘s just say I have a way of detecting body measurements from… touch.”
Agatha blushed a little as Pasquel laid his black eyes onto hers.
“From now on you’ll be staying with me, no if’s, and’s or but’s. You won’t have to lift a finger.”
“As much as I enjoy the pampering, I can’t just lie in bed while that crazy maniac continues running around.”
“Don’t worry about it, we’ll get to him when you’re all healed & fit to fight. For now, you still have to maneuver yourself around with that prosthesis & train your eyesight. With all of that going unnoticed, this Kalfiornia Kutter guy will surely have the upper edge against you. Didn’t Salvatore teach you that?”
Agatha sat by silent, looking down at her saggy jeans.
“Of course he didn’t………Sorry.”
After two hours of driving through the heavily congested highways, both Agatha & Pasquel arrive at a cobblestone mansion located on a Cliffside facing the ocean.
“Let me guess, this is all yours?” asked Agatha as she stepped off the car.
“Nope, it’s actually Spinelli’s son‘s home. Since he’s in college in Britain as we speak, he let me borrow it.” Pasquel then unlocks the door to find a leftover mess of beer cans & confetti all over the floors & loose purple panties clogging the filters of the indoor fountain.
“Should’ve known he was a party monster. Looks like I have some cleaning up to do.”
“I’ll help.” suggested Agatha.
From sunset till early night, Pasquel cleaned the mansion inside & out. He then relaxed for a while & began pouring cartons onto the Jacuzzi as Agatha laid in the still pool filling up with milk.
“Why milk?” she asked.
“It helps release tension, soothes the skin.” he replied as he dipped a chocolate brownie onto the pool, then took a huge bite.
Agatha relaxed in the pool as the milk soaked her body from her toes up to her neck. “You look tense Pasquel, why don’t you take a dip?”
“Ah no.”
“Come on.” Agatha swam towards where Pasquel was sitting & reached for his arm.
“I’m not kidding Agatha, I…!!!” Pasquel falls into the pool of milk, soaking his nicely tailored suit & damaging the cellphone in his pocket.
“Great, now I’m going to have to replace my cellphone & air dry the dollars in my wallet.” smiled Pasquel as he slowly neared himself toward Agatha.
“Sorry.” she giggled as she swam away from Pasquel.
“Come here.” he smiled.
“Sorry, can’t hear you with all the milk around me.”
The two began fooling around in the pool, then began kissing in the center, until the phone began to ring.
“Ignore it.” whispered Pasquel as he inched himself toward her neck.
“No. Pasquel. Please.”
“Let the answering machine handle…”
Agatha lets go of Pasquel’s grasp & exits the pool in a white towel.
“Hello, Agatha speaking………Yes, this is she.”
As she listened in, Pasquel stood still in the pool, watching Agatha inside the home. He sees her face turn from happy, to expressionless, to complete dread as she drops the phone reciever & leans on the desk counter in tears. Pasquel quickly leaps off the Jacuzzi & tends to Agatha’s emotional wounds.
The young doctor in the white uniform pulls down the soft black tarp to reveal Margarette, pale with purple lips, staring lifeless into the ceiling.
“Yes.” replied Agatha in an emotionless state. “That’s her.”
The young doctor wrapped the beautiful blue & white body with the black tarp & faced Agatha. “I am terribly sorry for your loss. If you’ll follow me, the lawyers will be here to discuss the matter of her will.”
“Wait.” replied Agatha with a look of bewilderment. “ What? Will?”
Pasquel leaps off the sports car’s bumper as he spots Agatha walking towards him with a brown envelope in her hand. He opened the door for her, then enters the car after she has made herself comfortable.
“Pasquel, stop.” she commands as he neared his index finger towards the ignition button. “I want him dead. I want him in pieces & I want him now.”
“We will begin training tomorrow. I know Agatha, as much as I would like to pull you back & tell you this isn’t worth it. It’s something you must do & to hold you back will be too much of a mistake. I have to trust you the same way you did to me.”
“Pasquel, I love you.” replied Agatha with a smile on her mouth & a tear dripping from her eye.
“I love you too.” replied Pasquel with a smile.
“Look Agatha.” said Pasquel after he paid the man in the food truck. “We can continue training, but it’s not worth it if we don’t train on an empty stomach.”
Agatha rolls her eyes jokingly, then suddenly notices a strange figure who she noticed something familiar about.
“It’s him.” uttered Agatha.
“What was that?” replied Pasquel.
“That’s the Kalifornia Kutter. Hey you! Stop!!!”
“Agatha, wait!” called Pasquel as Agatha ran after the man in a long trench coat.
She yanks out her pistol as she pursues the Kalifornia Kutter into the empty alleyway.
“Stop!!” she cried.
Suddenly, as she made a turn, she notices the Kalifornia Kutter lying around bags of trash.
“Stop!!” he urged. “Don’t shoot me!!”
“After all those you’ve taken from me. No dice in hell.” replied Agatha as she cocked her pistol.
As the barrel neared the man’s face, he began to chuckle & laugh.
“What’s so funny?” she asks.
“You think it’s going to be that easy?” the sociopath laughed as he snapped his fingers.
A group of men rose from their hiding places within the trashcans. They surrounded her with their fingers on their triggers & their barrels pointed at her.
The Kalifornia Kutter rises from the trash bag bed, wipes off the excess from his coat, then walks away from the circle of armed thugs.
“Gents, finish her off.”
The group of men begin firing their rifles, embellishing Agatha in a mess of bloody craters around her body & squirting blood.
Pasquel suddenly wakes from the violent & bloody nightmare, sweating & breathing heavily from the waterbed. He looks around the room & notices the mirrors installed in front & above him.
“Pasquel, what’s wrong?” muttered Agatha on his left.
“Nothing.” struggled Pasquel as he contained his fear.
“You sure?”
“Yes, just… Let me just…” Pasquel lowered himself onto the waterbed, moved up to Agatha & rested his arm around her waist. She smiled as she went back to sleep, but Pasquel continued to stay awake with a fear in his mind. He looked at the glowing clock in front of Agatha, 12:19am it read.
‘This is going to be a long ass night.’ thought Pasquel as he tried to get to sleep.
At the same moment in time, a young man rises from his warm bath, hand dries himself with a white towel & examines himself in front of a mirror. His hair stood damp & curled like billions of black worms hoping to tear themselves off his scalp. The young man takes the nearby comb & begins to brush his hair back, away from his forehead.
With a towel wrapped below his torso, he leaps onto the bed with a solid steel suitcase & a bucket of ice. Backlit with a red light bulb & decorated with fabric mesh, his room was the spitting image of the harem room of a wealthy prince.
“Anything else daddy?” asked the maid wearing a ceramic kabuki mask, she stood on the corner of the red room, ready to take orders.
“No no, that will be all today.” replied the Kalifornia Kutter. “You are dismissed.”
The maid leaves the room & quietly closes the mahogany doors behind her. The kutter then reached into the bucket of ice with one arm & unlocks the steel suitcase with the other.
He handles a slimy eyeball on one hand & caresses the frozen pale leg with the other.
“Oh Agatha, my sweet Agatha. I only have pieces of you, but come later & I’ll be having all of you.”
He then shoves the eyeball into his open mouth & chews as he feels the slimy eye burst like a ball of gelatin with warm filling inside. After swallowing everything whole, he then leans himself near the leg in the suitcase & begins to lick it like a long popsicle, moaning with every lick.
“Agatha… Agatha, you awake?” called the muffled voice within the pitch blackness of her closed eye.
“I’m…wake.” mumbled Agatha as her eyelids slowly rose. Despite the blurry vision & the lack of a right eye, she can still recognize Pasquel’s physique, voice & unique scent.
“Oh my god, you’re alright.” quietly cheered Pasquel.
“Where am I? Where are the others?” she questioned as she wriggled in the hospital bed.
“Relax. You had quite a run in with danger, didn‘t you?”
“Now’s not the time for rest, I have too…” Agatha suddenly felt something funny as she reached down in her sheets. “Agh! Something feels weird?”
“Agatha, please.” urged Pasquel as he tried to take hold of her arms & shoulders.
“No, lay off me I…” Agatha struggled, then tossed aside the bed sheets & beheld a sight that would of broken the strongest of people.
“My leg!!!” she cried. “That bastard, he took my leg!!!!!”
Feeling defenseless & empty, Agatha cried into Pasquel’s chest, letting every tear soak his black suit coat & pattered tie. Pasquel looked up at the ceiling lights, trying desperately hard not to shed a tear.
“Tell me, do you know what happened?” asked Agatha.
“How could I not know what happened. This past week was very hectic for me. The news has been playing that fiddle non stop.” replied Pasquel as he fed her a spoonful of blue jello.
“What about Schizo & Points?”
“Well, if that’s what you want to call them……..Schizo, aka: Fyodor Polenk is in a temporary coma, but he‘ll survive. Points, aka: Enzo Fukada…. Well, he wasn’t so lucky.”
“What about the baby?” asked Agatha as she nearly spilled jello on the bedsheets.
“Baby? What baby?”
“The baby, the……Oh god, he took her too.”
“Baby? What are you talking about Agatha?” Pasquel quickly walked took hold of Agatha‘s shoulder‘s as she was about to step off the bed. “Agatha, why didn’t you call me sooner. I swear, that night on the hideout back in New York, I was brutally honest when I told you I wore protection. I swear to you, I even checked for holes & applied the --”
“Don’t worry Pasquel.” chuckled Agatha. “She’s not ours. She was Bambi’s.”
“Who? Bambi?”
“A friend. I’ll tell you about her later.“ Agatha could not contain her laughter as she went back to lying on the blue bed. “Pasquel, you’re so funny. Believe me, I really needed that.”
“Believe me, it was unintentional.“ Pasquel then grew a smile on his face as he watched Agatha chuckle silently to herself.
The smiles & small laughter halted as two suited men barge into the door as they bransihed their federal badges.
“Ms. Agatha Enix” addressed the man in the dark grey suit. “My name is Matthew & this is my compatriot, Simon. LAPD, we have a couple of questions that won’t take too much time off your hands. We both would appreciate it if you would answer them as efficiently & truthfully.”
As Matthew talked to Agatha, Simon turned toward Pasquel.
“Sir, we kindly have to ask you to step out for a moment. Thank you.”
Pasquel was shoved out the room, without a moment to collect his satchel. He stood by watching the two suited men facing towards defenseless Agatha in the hospital bed, followed by the door closing.
An hour and fifteen minutes pass until the two men step out of the room in their shades. Pasquel sits on the plastic chair with a magazine over his face as he listens in to the two agents as they wait for their elevator.
“So, what do you think, Chief?” asked Simon as he pulls a cigarette joint from his coat.
“Delusional. I’m willing to believe someone cut off her leg & her eye, I just don’t think it’s who she says it is. You’ve seen the news reports, he’s been caught. She’s hiding something or is on something, I’ve seen this before. Mary Zoworski, Age 39, avid Nixon supporter. So much so she divorced her husband of 5 years because he voted Humphrey. After Watergate, she lost her marbles, kills her son, blames it on Nixon the whole drive to the women‘s prison. Believe me, she‘s the prologue of a series of Kalifornia Kutter related crimes. We need to dig in to what will occur.”
“Matthew.” said Simon, “What if she really is telling us the truth? What if the man we caught was nothing but a scapegoat?”
“Didn’t they teach you in school that ‘What if..’ questions are useless versions of insinuations? Insinuations just muddles the truth into believing the lies. Remember that.”
“You gave her the card, right?” asked Simon.
“Of course I did. What kind of stupid question is that. You’re out of the loop today.”
As the two entered the elevator lift, Pasquel rolls up the magazine & enters the room, holding back all the anger he has toward those two.
After a whole week of bed rest, check ups & agonizing physical therapy, Agatha was ready to leave the hospital. She sat by on the wheelchair pushed by Pasquel.
“Wow.” said Agatha as she laid eyes on a sleek & stylish black sports car. “A rental or did Spinelli let you borrow it?”
“All mine. Airlifted from New York to Cali. They even changed the plates to the California ones. Not bad, eh?”
“No, not bad at all. Oh hopefully Margarette isn‘t too worried.”
“May I?” asked Pasquel as he extended a hand towards Agatha.
Slowly, Agatha puts a little weight onto the prosthetic on her right leg, then sits on the cushy leather upholstery of the sports car.
“Relax.” said Pasquel as he activated the car’s engine. “There’s some better clothes waiting for you at the mansion, get you off that mediocre garb.”
“Why? I like this shirt. What’s it say?” Agatha handles her shirt & sees the word ‘California’ printed on a comic sans font. “Ugh. Anyway, how do you know my measurements.”
“Let‘s just say I have a way of detecting body measurements from… touch.”
Agatha blushed a little as Pasquel laid his black eyes onto hers.
“From now on you’ll be staying with me, no if’s, and’s or but’s. You won’t have to lift a finger.”
“As much as I enjoy the pampering, I can’t just lie in bed while that crazy maniac continues running around.”
“Don’t worry about it, we’ll get to him when you’re all healed & fit to fight. For now, you still have to maneuver yourself around with that prosthesis & train your eyesight. With all of that going unnoticed, this Kalfiornia Kutter guy will surely have the upper edge against you. Didn’t Salvatore teach you that?”
Agatha sat by silent, looking down at her saggy jeans.
“Of course he didn’t………Sorry.”
After two hours of driving through the heavily congested highways, both Agatha & Pasquel arrive at a cobblestone mansion located on a Cliffside facing the ocean.
“Let me guess, this is all yours?” asked Agatha as she stepped off the car.
“Nope, it’s actually Spinelli’s son‘s home. Since he’s in college in Britain as we speak, he let me borrow it.” Pasquel then unlocks the door to find a leftover mess of beer cans & confetti all over the floors & loose purple panties clogging the filters of the indoor fountain.
“Should’ve known he was a party monster. Looks like I have some cleaning up to do.”
“I’ll help.” suggested Agatha.
From sunset till early night, Pasquel cleaned the mansion inside & out. He then relaxed for a while & began pouring cartons onto the Jacuzzi as Agatha laid in the still pool filling up with milk.
“Why milk?” she asked.
“It helps release tension, soothes the skin.” he replied as he dipped a chocolate brownie onto the pool, then took a huge bite.
Agatha relaxed in the pool as the milk soaked her body from her toes up to her neck. “You look tense Pasquel, why don’t you take a dip?”
“Ah no.”
“Come on.” Agatha swam towards where Pasquel was sitting & reached for his arm.
“I’m not kidding Agatha, I…!!!” Pasquel falls into the pool of milk, soaking his nicely tailored suit & damaging the cellphone in his pocket.
“Great, now I’m going to have to replace my cellphone & air dry the dollars in my wallet.” smiled Pasquel as he slowly neared himself toward Agatha.
“Sorry.” she giggled as she swam away from Pasquel.
“Come here.” he smiled.
“Sorry, can’t hear you with all the milk around me.”
The two began fooling around in the pool, then began kissing in the center, until the phone began to ring.
“Ignore it.” whispered Pasquel as he inched himself toward her neck.
“No. Pasquel. Please.”
“Let the answering machine handle…”
Agatha lets go of Pasquel’s grasp & exits the pool in a white towel.
“Hello, Agatha speaking………Yes, this is she.”
As she listened in, Pasquel stood still in the pool, watching Agatha inside the home. He sees her face turn from happy, to expressionless, to complete dread as she drops the phone reciever & leans on the desk counter in tears. Pasquel quickly leaps off the Jacuzzi & tends to Agatha’s emotional wounds.
The young doctor in the white uniform pulls down the soft black tarp to reveal Margarette, pale with purple lips, staring lifeless into the ceiling.
“Yes.” replied Agatha in an emotionless state. “That’s her.”
The young doctor wrapped the beautiful blue & white body with the black tarp & faced Agatha. “I am terribly sorry for your loss. If you’ll follow me, the lawyers will be here to discuss the matter of her will.”
“Wait.” replied Agatha with a look of bewilderment. “ What? Will?”
Pasquel leaps off the sports car’s bumper as he spots Agatha walking towards him with a brown envelope in her hand. He opened the door for her, then enters the car after she has made herself comfortable.
“Pasquel, stop.” she commands as he neared his index finger towards the ignition button. “I want him dead. I want him in pieces & I want him now.”
“We will begin training tomorrow. I know Agatha, as much as I would like to pull you back & tell you this isn’t worth it. It’s something you must do & to hold you back will be too much of a mistake. I have to trust you the same way you did to me.”
“Pasquel, I love you.” replied Agatha with a smile on her mouth & a tear dripping from her eye.
“I love you too.” replied Pasquel with a smile.
“Look Agatha.” said Pasquel after he paid the man in the food truck. “We can continue training, but it’s not worth it if we don’t train on an empty stomach.”
Agatha rolls her eyes jokingly, then suddenly notices a strange figure who she noticed something familiar about.
“It’s him.” uttered Agatha.
“What was that?” replied Pasquel.
“That’s the Kalifornia Kutter. Hey you! Stop!!!”
“Agatha, wait!” called Pasquel as Agatha ran after the man in a long trench coat.
She yanks out her pistol as she pursues the Kalifornia Kutter into the empty alleyway.
“Stop!!” she cried.
Suddenly, as she made a turn, she notices the Kalifornia Kutter lying around bags of trash.
“Stop!!” he urged. “Don’t shoot me!!”
“After all those you’ve taken from me. No dice in hell.” replied Agatha as she cocked her pistol.
As the barrel neared the man’s face, he began to chuckle & laugh.
“What’s so funny?” she asks.
“You think it’s going to be that easy?” the sociopath laughed as he snapped his fingers.
A group of men rose from their hiding places within the trashcans. They surrounded her with their fingers on their triggers & their barrels pointed at her.
The Kalifornia Kutter rises from the trash bag bed, wipes off the excess from his coat, then walks away from the circle of armed thugs.
“Gents, finish her off.”
The group of men begin firing their rifles, embellishing Agatha in a mess of bloody craters around her body & squirting blood.
Pasquel suddenly wakes from the violent & bloody nightmare, sweating & breathing heavily from the waterbed. He looks around the room & notices the mirrors installed in front & above him.
“Pasquel, what’s wrong?” muttered Agatha on his left.
“Nothing.” struggled Pasquel as he contained his fear.
“You sure?”
“Yes, just… Let me just…” Pasquel lowered himself onto the waterbed, moved up to Agatha & rested his arm around her waist. She smiled as she went back to sleep, but Pasquel continued to stay awake with a fear in his mind. He looked at the glowing clock in front of Agatha, 12:19am it read.
‘This is going to be a long ass night.’ thought Pasquel as he tried to get to sleep.
At the same moment in time, a young man rises from his warm bath, hand dries himself with a white towel & examines himself in front of a mirror. His hair stood damp & curled like billions of black worms hoping to tear themselves off his scalp. The young man takes the nearby comb & begins to brush his hair back, away from his forehead.
With a towel wrapped below his torso, he leaps onto the bed with a solid steel suitcase & a bucket of ice. Backlit with a red light bulb & decorated with fabric mesh, his room was the spitting image of the harem room of a wealthy prince.
“Anything else daddy?” asked the maid wearing a ceramic kabuki mask, she stood on the corner of the red room, ready to take orders.
“No no, that will be all today.” replied the Kalifornia Kutter. “You are dismissed.”
The maid leaves the room & quietly closes the mahogany doors behind her. The kutter then reached into the bucket of ice with one arm & unlocks the steel suitcase with the other.
He handles a slimy eyeball on one hand & caresses the frozen pale leg with the other.
“Oh Agatha, my sweet Agatha. I only have pieces of you, but come later & I’ll be having all of you.”
He then shoves the eyeball into his open mouth & chews as he feels the slimy eye burst like a ball of gelatin with warm filling inside. After swallowing everything whole, he then leans himself near the leg in the suitcase & begins to lick it like a long popsicle, moaning with every lick.
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