Jazzmin Flush (65)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (65)"
  
   "Grody to the max!"  Jazzmin Flush exclaimed in quintessential, California girl fashion upon noticing her Dad's 1957 Chevy getting kind of heavy, doing the old bump and grind--her totally knowing:  the commotion and thrusting locomotion persuading the classic car to rumble without being ignited by gasoline was the devilish doing of wily Rascal's hungry heart.  "Oh great--my old man and a coydog are doing the junk exchange--right freaking in front of my house."
   Jazzmin walked away, thinking of her oddly shaped siblings that would arrive in many months, being her pristine classicism gelled with Rascal's ass-grabbing delinquency; thus, the California girl shot off towards the urban layout of the City of Angels, hoping to find Thomas and confess her disturbed disgust; however, before another step was taken, her mind was shaken with Thomas' telepathy entering, sounding:  "Pope is gonna kill me Jazzmin.  Get over here, and bring a gun--a big one!"
   Jazzmin Flush didn't know where to purchase a firearm; then, she knew Rascal probably had access.  So, she darted back to the crude intercourse happening in her father's hot rod, banging on the glass window, actually seeing her father's naked fanny, and before she could warn them about Thomas' dangerous situation, she started to violently hurl corn dogs all over the car.