Rumblitis--Chapter Seventeen (Shamra Soul)

  
   As always--my books:  King's Books! 
  
   SEVENTEEN:
  
   Ray Rumble, under the psychiatric influence of Doctor Basil Loveflesh, found himself, after spiraling into a stupor from drinking numerous bottles of Purple Passion, in a mental facility near the Canadian Border; specifically, Montana's State Institute For The Weird And Mentally Bizarre.  Ray was not a bit depressed about having lost his testicles; nonetheless, he was freaked about the rubber walls, being dressed in an adult diaper, and the shackles that dumbed his appendages; moreover, he had a scratch on his nose, and it was all bullshit.
   Before the Nurse entered--Ray knew everything about her--Xelba commanding:
   "Don't be a bit attracted to her Ray--it's not over for you yet."
   She swiftly danced into Ray's view, ornamented in the X-Rated Awesome of a Naughty Nurse ensemble, and her name was Shamra--Shamra Soul to be exact.  Shamra's father was of the African-American Variety, having been an assistant head coach at the Texas Longhorns, and her mother was a rascal and rogue, having the history of being a two-fisted product of the Emerald Isle, fighting regularly in their amateur boxing league, her theme song for entering the ring chiming:

   We're Irish--
   We drink,
   We smoke and get esophageal cancer,
   We die and don't care--
   We love Christ.
   Indeed, Shamra was like a chocolate shamrock.  Mystical, and of the best ethnic mix.  Verily, them Irish are the most humble of all, never being pissed about being called THE FIGHTING IRISH during college football season in America like many a sublime Injun concerning titles such as:  REDSKINS, CHIEFS, BRAVES, whatever.  But the American Indian had his reasons, and the Irish are just plain fucking crazy--in the most altruistic and loving way.
   Anyway, as Shamra checked his vitals, Ray smelled her ebony perfume, noticing her angelic curves.  He was smitten.  Could still perform oral sex.  Then, thought about cutting off his lips.
   "You okay today Mr. Rumble?"  She probed.
   Ray, humble to it all, responded:  "God is good."