Jazzmin Flush (95)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (95)"
   
   Thomas and Jazzmin Flush had barely enough of the Cash King to find lodging; still, they managed.  It was not a luminous and romantic room, with throw pillows comfortably crafted in pink hearts or a sex-shaped Jacuzzi to induce pulsating water sports, of sorts.  Regardless, a basement-like interior, painted in olive green and illuminated by cryptic candles hand-made from the witchcraft manager, who had nice breasts.
   So, as Jazzmin and Thomas unpacked--basically nothing, tiredness overwhelmed them as if from the Sandman's spirit, Miss Jazzmim melting onto the "ouch" of an outdated mattress and flagging fairyland, swimming deep into the sea of enchanted or otherwise dreams.  Thomas, his mind on BOOBS, shifted into the arctic wolf and went outside to slum it and pounce on some mice, like a coyote would.  While ingesting the wiggling tail of the cute, little vermin, he couldn't remember the mention of werewolves having had packs back in the days of television and movies until the illustrious release of:  HOWLING 2.  The reason he remembered being due to having telepathy that ran backwards; plus, there still are libraries in this futurity.  Anyway, he remembered Sybil Danning, the hot-blooded blonde who ripped her shirt off while partying with the pack--it was an awesome explosion of gleaming-pink nipple and ripe, symmetrical buxomness, a sincerely beautiful moment for the movies.  Then, he pondered:  "Wonder if Jazzmin has nice boobs?"
   Jerry Dingle followed them to the hotel.  Salivating over Jazzmin's strut of curves and California cool.  He waited an approximate half hour till they checked in, watching the arctic wolf take the elevator to the lobby and go devour some mice.  Afterwards, he went inside the hotel dubbed the "Dandy Days Inn Or Outt" and maybe it was.  So, he went up to the Wicca-wild receptionsit/manager, probing:  "Do you know what room that glistening blonde checked into; she gave me a blueninja and I can't get my mind off of her?"
   "I know your kind soul sucker, and you are a sucker if you think I'm gonna give that info out to you--now exit my real estate before I hex you with a garlic-crusted pizza."