Jazzmin Flush (74)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (74)"
   
   Rascal--though less than mid-range in physical size and birthing capability; nevertheless, hips and fundament super shapely--vaginally spit her coydog pups out like a pack of M&M with peanuts shooting lifewards, all multi-colored, the eclectic litter bragging of both the beautifully benign and the bad-ass bold in a corporeal sense.  Thomas hearing the canine telepathy doing dog barks in his attentive ears; moreover, technology in Thomas' future (here), outshined by the primal spirit that sparked creation; specifically, the delicate forge and delivery of coydog pups dictated a bone-eating that sucked the mummified marrow out of the dead and then recast them with physical life, in a wicked/loving sense.
   So, Thomas broke off his marriage-argument-proposal to Jazzmin Flush, dashing away in determined style to eloquently usher in other life on this poignant Earth, leaving Jazzmin's mouth open, as if a fly might fly on in, barfing bacteria into her intestinal tract, yet she closed the gawking gap, as if knowing it in Thomas' alerting eyes, and now, she was, officially--a freaking pseudo-stepdame.  What a bomb?  Sounding her own telepathic trumpet to Rascal's pointy and hearing ears, like:  "Bitch.  But, uh, I will love you."