He’d been working on that surprise for the wood-nymphs, when your competition is centaurs, you need a surprise like that. If ye tak’ me it jigging. Elrinvienne stepped out from the shade of the tree, into the harsh desert sunlight, and asked, “Could you help me boys?”
And thus ensued the orgy. Elrinvienne was a Californian, she was environmentally conscious and thought that was wasteful, so she only drained them to exhaustion, not death. “Bang! She found herself turning back into a wood-nymph again. Bang!” He cried as he thrust away, then finally “Aam comin’” He shot his piece into the wood-nymphs minge, then fell over backwards and was fast asleep. “Awrite hen.” He called to the wood-nymph, in an incongruous accent typical of his kind. They were bent over the hood of their car studying something.
