Jazzmin Flush (91)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (91)"
    
   Rascal stomped and romped throughout the new, American tenement Donald and herself had been dwelling in; moreover, with all the DRAMA, and the coypups too, growing grizzly and fanged with coydog telepathy, offering constant brain-nag and nipple-suck--everything was sincerely freakshow crazy.  Also, Donald was still horned as a stampeding bull, orally fondling her sore nipples in search of the magic milk he helped brew.  Guys are such 12 year old boys at heart.
   Anyhow, Thomas radiated his rage into Rascal's head, offering her the geographical location of Jazzmin and himself for a funds transfer, yet wily Rascal said she was too busy "at the moment" with feeding the pestering pups and assisting Donald in recovering from Jazzmin's unforeseen rebellion. 
   Actually, Rascal was lathered in cheap bubble bath, drinking some Tang gelled with Skull Vodka, smoking an unfiltered menthol--go figure.  She wanted to make the stinging linger of regret hurt Jazzmin longer--the Golden Brat and all her Saintly glory gathering dust bunnies and rabbit punches of poop all over her once, perfect image.  It all felt kinda nice for Rascal.