Jazzmin Flush (36)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (36)"
   
   Jazzmin Flush and soul-searching Fredrica and her ultra-humility guarded Girthy Gilda while new and improved, wolfy Thomas wended cityways, searching for the organic tree medicine and its resistance to tick bite.  Thomas turned and trollied, minus the intoxication, sniffing out, in human form, an old mechanic's shop that repaired solar-powered cars, back before Exxon purchased the luminous, free Sun--remembering that he actually had a mercurial kiss, once, barely, from Miss Jazzmin Flush--this tingling his toes, putting muster in his mojo.
   Entering the shop, greeted by metal glam songplay, he spotted a beat up Tesla car, vertically viewing a brunette with cupcake cleavage wrenching it to life.  He spoke:  "Excuse me?  Do you sell medicine on the side?"
  The brown-haired girl dropped the wrench and swiftly stripped, revealing a body beyond muscle, purely gristle; next, she magically morphed into a carnivorous coydog, leaping at Thomas' shock and surprise.  He was getting his butt kicked; thus, turned on the arctic magic, yet got stuck in his clothing, wrestling himself within a pair of khaki pants.  Upon noticing such similar magic, the coydog girl recycled herself human, gawking at Thomas' hind legs stuck in his pants.
   "Wow--you're a big one fella--I thought you were a law-breaking, stinking cop," she said.
   Thomas finally got free of the khaki pants and barked a buddy-like greeting.
   She continued, totally naked.  "My name is Rascal, friend."