Blind Date

Tim's grip on my arm was like a vise...

He was really getting on my last nerve. I stopped walking and yanked my arm loose.

"Let go! Don't herd me like I'm so much cattle. And YOU!!" I turned to glare at Chester. "Stop smacking that damned gum of yours. It sounds like you're kissing someone... probably yourself, knowing YOUR ego. As to breaking up... We were never properly dating in the first place. I seem to recall a pre-pubescent blonde with an empty head and a swollen chest hanging all over you the night we went on our one date. You almost made Tim look good."

Men!! Spending the rest of my life with a houseful of cats was starting to look pretty damned good.

"Don't forget the cats, Chumley and the luggage," I growled over my shoulder as I got into the limo and slammed the door.
 
Looking at their faces...

"Yeah! Right!" I tell her as I get into the car, Chumley by my side. "Then how come both of your faces are covered in smudged lipstick?"

For the first time today, I couldn't help but smile as I see Kate blushing as she wipes away at her mouth. Chester, on the other hand, just wipes his face while beaming, while checking her out.

Guy must be mad!

It takes a little while, but finally, we are off to our new "happy home".

Oh God!...
 
When Chester said something about the ride to the 'house'...

being an hour and a half out of the city, it wasn't long before Tim leaned back and I heard him begin to snore. I poured myself a brandy from the decanter in the limo's well-stocked bar and scratched Chumley absent-mindedly behind his ears. He was such a cutie.

Gods I was bored! I crossed and uncrossed my legs and shifted in the seat, thinking that even Tim's company would be a welcome relief to the tedium of the long drive. At least it would take my mind off whether I would still be sane after spending a month in the same place with him.

Maybe I'd polish my nails or something. That would take up some time. I reached into my purse and pulled out a bottle of blood red enamel. Chumley stuck his nose in my lap as I unscrewed the cap, curious and probably just as bored as I was being cooped up in the limo.

"We'll be there soon, Chum. Hang in there," I said as I patted his head and began to do my fingernails. Unfortunately that didn't take up much time and I was soon looking for something else to occupy the time.

Suddenly I had a scathingly brilliant idea. I looked from the bottle of nail polish to the furball sleeping in my lap and back. "C'mere, Chumley sweetie," I said with a smile.
 
"We are here!"

I wake up with a start.

"What?" I ask sleepily, wiping the dry saliva from my face.

"He told you that we are here." Kate tells me.

She sounds irritable. Why?

Looking over, I see that she has Chumley in her lap, holding a paw with one hand while she has got nail polish in the other???

"Heeyyy!!!!??? What are you up to?" I quickly pull my dog away from here.

"Erm....nothing, honey." But the look on her face tells me something totally different.

No-one can look that innocent!

At that point, the car door opens and Chester is standing there.

"Your mansion awaits, not to mention the TV crew." That damn smile again!

Chumley leaps out of the car, followed by Kate with me behind her. Luckily, I managed to get out before Chester tries to slam the door shut.

Now I find myself standing in a drive of a nice looking detached house. It is obvious even standing from where I am that it has just recently been painted (you could still smell the fresh paint) and the front garden had been tended including having a new fence. Though he is puzzled to see tire tracks, loads of them, on the otherwise neat lawn.

Maybe it was caused by the camera crew.

"Nice." I remark.

"Yeah! Not bad." Agrees Chester. "Luckly for you that the last owner, an old guy called Burns kicked the bucket."

I look at him in disbelief. He gives me a conspiring look. "Rumour is that he was climbing up the drain pipe next door, trying to get a look at his neighbours doing the business."

"The business?"

Is he saying what I think he is saying?

"Yeah! And the old guy fell off when the place was surrounded by the police." Chester continues.

"The police??" I splutter.

Why was the police here? What's going on? This is just getting worst!

Or I thought it was until I look round and see her smiling at me so sweetly.

For the first time ever, I am praying to God...
 
Wow! I couldn't wait to hear the whole story...

about old Mr. Burns. The neighbors were probably full of all kinds of gossip. This might not be such a boring month after all.

"Hi there! You must be the new neighbors. I'm Gracie. Gracie Piffle," a woman called from over the hedge separating our two yards.

"Kate. Kate Murphy. And this is my husband... Tom," I called back giving a friendly wave. "Wave at the nice neighbor lady, darling. But don't let her see your nail polish. She might not understand."

I could see the look of puzzlement on Tim's face slowly turn to one of comprehension and then sheer horror as he looked down at his hands.

"That really is a lovely shade on you, dear." I cooed cheerfully. "Please don't scream in front of the neighbors, Tim. And do close your mouth before a bug flies in. Help Chester carry in the 'boys', won't you?"

Scooping Chumley up into my arms, I walked up to the front door of the house chuckling. "What was I to do? It was a long boring ride. I had to do something to pass the time. Didn't I??" Chumley wagged his tail in agreement.

Yes, it was going to be a good month. A very good month.
 
Feeling my blood pressure rising...

(OOC: The street is the one from my defunct Meet the Piffles thread. Kate and Tim are staying in the house of the dearly departed Mr Burns.)

I stare at my hands uncomprehendingly.

I can't believe it!!!! The damn bitch has put nail polish on my fingers!!!! And it's pink with WHITE POKA DOTS???

I can feel my head almost ready to explode as I storm for the house and to the nearest available sink, only to be stopped by Kelly.

"Mr Murphy! There you are!" She beams, her smile almost making me melt. Hastely, I shove my hands behind my back.

"Have you seen your wife?" She purrs.

Wife??? What wife??? I am not marr... oh! Her!!!

"She was outside, talking to the next door neighbour." But we both look and find she's isn't there. Neither is Chester.

Oh! Oh! I hope Kelly doesn't catch them.

"Erm.. My wife and the driver must be humping....heavy cases around!" I quickly say, lamely.

"Never mind, " Kelly says in the end, "We'll catch her later. I'll show you the place. As you will be aware, we have gutted the place and had it redorated."

For the next half an hour, she shows me each of the rooms, all immaculately fitted out and smelling of fresh paint. In fact, they looked like something out of a catalogue (I later found out all furniture was provided by a well known catalogue firm in exchange for free publicity).

It is as we come to the door leading to the garage that we hear giggling and moans. I recognise both Kate's and Chester's voices. It doesn't take an Einstein to work out what is going on in there and I am not planning to lose my money.

"Kelly, can you show me the garden first?" I quickly ask her.

Kelly looks at me for a moment and then says 'sure' and then leads the way. I follow Kelly out but not before staying back long enough to hear Kate say: "Oh Chester! We just can't. Tom could come in." And Chester replying: "Oh yes you do want it, babe. Now that you have felt what I've got to offer." Kate: "Ooooh, Chesterrrrr!".

Shaking my head as I think what sort of woman is she, I join Kelly in the garden.

Just think of all that money, Tom. I mean Tim!!!

GOD HELP ME!!!!
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"Oh Chester! We just can't. Tom could come in."

"Oh yes you do want it, babe. Now that you have felt what I've got to offer," Chester coaxes me with that deep rumbling voice of his. I can't resist. I have to touch it, feel it.

"Ooooh, Chesterrrrr!" I'm in heaven. This is sheer bliss. Ecstacy... I am practically purring as he holds up the full-length sable coat and helps me into it.

Sighing contentedly, I lift the collar up, nuzzling my cheeks against the luxurious fur. I can't wait for tonight.

"I'll take it, Chester. I don't know where you get this stuff from, but keep it coming," I said with a conspiratorial grin. Still wearing the coat, I lead him back into the house.

"My checkbook's in here. How much did you say this was?"
 
"Mr Murphy? Tim? Are you okay?" Kelly asks as she sees my ashened face.

"Erm... Yes, Miss Brians." I answer, awkwardly.

"Call me Kelly." I watch as she moves towards me. "Look, Tim. If there is a problem, you can tell me."

I gasp as I feel her hand lightly touch my ear, our bodies almost touching.

"Mmmmmm. You smell nice. What aftershave are you..." She doesn't finish her sentence as I hear a shout from behind me...
 
"What the hell...

does she think she's doing?" I mutter to Chester when I see that... that... woman move in close to Tim and raise her hand to caress his face.

"Relax, babe" he chuckles in response. "I'm begining to think you have the hots for that loser. You know I'm the man for you, d... "

"Oh shut the hell up, Chester!" I snap as I move in on the two lovebirds. "Hiya! Up to your old tricks, Kelly?"

Startled, they move apart quickly and Kelly sputters, "Tricks? I don't... "

"Magic. You know... " I reach up and pull a ping pong ball from behind Tim's ear, but not before I give it a painful tweak. "That is what you were doing... right, Kelly?"

Dismissing the pitiful wench with a glance, I turn to Tim. "Honey, what was the name of that woman who was sued that huge corporation for alienation of affection. You know... The one where the husband was seduced by one of the company bigshots? Remember? She got a couple of mill, I think."
 
Oh dear!

"Honey, what was the name of that woman who was sued that huge corporation for alienation of affection. You know... The one where the husband was seduced by one of the company bigshots? Remember? She got a couple of mill, I think."

"Err..." I haven't a clue what she is on about. But I notice that Kelly isn't too happy.

"Excuse me???" Shouts Kelly as she grabs Kate and swings her round to face her.

Oo-er! Now there's gonna be fireworks!

"What are you implying? That I am after your husband??? How dare you!!! I am a professional and I am here to do my job!!!"

Mmmmm! Kelly's very sexy when she's angry. Both of them are!...
 
As I turn to walk away, I feel a hand grab me...

Turning, I glance down at the bitch's hand on my arm and flick it away with a look of disdain as though she is no more than a pesky bug.

"Purrrrrrrhaps if you got a new battery for your hearing aid, Mizzz Barnes... " I hissed. "You wouldn't have to raise your voice. You know that we are perfectly capable of hearing every word you say. When it makes sense, that is. Now shall we add assault to that alienation of affection suit and breach of contract as well?"

I tossed my head flippantly and turned to Chester. "How much did you say this coat was, Chez? $3,000?"

Chester began to splutter and protest, but I hushed him with a glance. Seeing the fire in my eyes, Chez just nodded quietly. I knew very well we had agreed on $300, but I was mad. Really mad. And I wasn't going to let some little upstart trollop ruin any chance I might have with Tim without a fight.

"Very well. Tim, dearest, pay the man will you? I'm going to make some coffee." I strode back toward the house calling over my shoulder.

"C'mon, sweetie. I could use a tour of the house... especially the bedroom.
 
What!!!??? Three THOUSAND dollars???

Suddenly I feel my head spinning as something heavy clutches at my chest. My body feels cold all over.

"Say, buddy? You okay?" In the distance I can hear Chester talking to me. I nod absently.

Three THOUSAND dollars for a coat??? THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS??

Suddenly I need to sit down.

"You look as a white as a ghost, Joe!" I feel hands guiding me to the nearest seat. "You aren't having a heart attack are you?"

Don't think of the price of the coat! Don't think of the price of the coat!

"Just get me a drink." I manage to gasp out.

How cruel can she be?

Talking of witch, I hear a cry from behind me...
 
I couldn't help wondering yet again...

how we were going to get through the month together without one of us turning up dead. Well, if nothing else, the evidence would be on camera. The crew had set up lights in every room of the house and it looked like we'd be going 'live' any minute now.

"Get over here," I hissed, grabbing Tim by his ear. "What do you think you're doing fooling around with the producer of the show, for crying out loud. Do you want to blow the whole deal?"

One of the camera men looked up curiously as Tim yelped and changed the subject to the mink.

"Oh get over yourself. You can always give it to your girlfiend Kelly when we get divorced." I snapped at him. "In the meantime... You are my husband and keep your affairs to a minimum until the month is over."

Opening the fridge, I poured him a glass of ice cold milk. "Sit down and drink this will you? They were nice enough to stock the kitchen for us... I wonder if I'll have to do my own shopping or if they'll do it for us?"
 
Tim

I sit down in the chair as I take a gulp of the milk. Looking up, I see Kelly coming towards us.

"Okay, you two!" She tells us. "We are almost ready to go on air. Are you two ready?"

Eek!

"Yes, Kelly" Kate says.

"Tim?"

No reply, I can't speak. My throat suddenly feeling tight as my heart races in my chest.

"Tim?" Kelly asks again. "You okay?"

Suddenly, I can picture myself on TV with millions of people watching. My throat gets tighter.

ARRGHHH!!!

"Oh God! He's gone all pale!"...
 
"Oh God! He's gone all pale!"

Kelly gushed and ran to Tim just as he slithered from his chair onto the floor. Talk about dramatic.

"Cool your jets, lady" I hissed as I moved closer to see if Tim was really okay. He can be such a... That man hungry bimbo was lowering her mouth onto Tim's to kiss him!

"What the hell?? Hold it right there, Nelly!" I shouted. She turned her head just as her lips brushed against his. Was that her tongue sticking out? What the hell did she think she was doing with MY husband???

"It's Kelly not Nelly, and for your information I'm giving him... "

The sound of her holier-than-thou voice caused something deep inside of me to snap. And snap hard. I barely realized that I had balled up my hand when somewhere in the distance I heard "Lights! Cameras! ACTION!!" We were bathed in glaring lights at the exact moment my fist connected with Kelly Brians' nose, sending blood spewing across the kitchen.

"Oh by God! Oh by God!! You bwoke by dose!" she screamed clutching at her face and pointing at me. Weren't they supposed to yell "Cut!" or something?? Ludicrously enough, the cameramen just kept filming and she just kept screaming.

He was going to hate me if we lost all that money. Think. Think fast, Kate!

Facing the cameras and smiling my sunniest smile, I grabbed Kelly Brians by the hair and punched her in the stomach. Then kicked her in the kneecap. Was that a crack I heard? Well, no matter. I grinned and kept pummelling, speaking to the 'audience' the whole time.

"So you see? This is exactly how they do it on professional wrestling, folks. Nelly here isn't really being hurt. It's just blood capsules and makeup. She's quite a sport, don't you think?" I chuckled as I dragged her, still screaming, out the door and onto the back porch.
 
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Tim

I just watch, wide-eyed, as I see my wife beat the hell out of Nelly - I mean Kelly right on national television.

I just can't believe what she is doing!

I whisper to one of the camera men.

"Shouldn't we be trying to stop this or something?" But they just shrug.

Oh shit! The money! She's gonna get us the sack!!!

But there is nothing I can do except listen to the sickening sounds of Kate hitting the defenseless Kelly.

I suddenly need a drink!...
 
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R J Hitchdick looks on in disbelief at the TV monitors.

"What is going on!!!!????"

The Kate woman is beating Nelly - I mean Kelly up!" Replies Peewee Tidems, his assistance Producer.

"I know that! I have got eyes!" He bellows. "Stop the cameras! Immediately!"

A burly man gets up and makes for the door.

"B-but RJ, " whimpers Peewee, "Look at the ratings. The audience love it!" Indicating the display showing how many viewers are watching the programme.

Looking at the screen, RJ's eyes bulge as he sees the numbers climbing.

"T-they love it!" He stutters. "Burly!!! Stop!!"

"RJ?" says the burly man. "But Kelly's getting killed out there."

"I don't care!" The director cries out, his face damp with sweat. "Keep the cameras rolling. Wait!!! They are going outside. Fuck's sake, follow them."

Back on the main camera, he is in time to see Kelly throw Kate through a glass window.

"No one hits me, bitch!!!" She shouts at her. "And my name's Kelly Brians - K-E-L-L-Y B-R-I-A-N-S!. Get my name right you dumb ass!"

RJ grins as the ratings literally go through the roof...
 
I shook my head and sat up slowly...

surrounded by slivers and larger jagged pieces of glass from the window.

"That BITCH!!" I screamed directly into the camera. "That was not a fake window. FOUL!! Do you see what she's done to me?" I held out my hands and arms for all of America to see. I was bleeding from more than a dozen cuts. God knows how many more there were that weren't visible.

"Somebody call the paramedics!" I heard as a couple of gofers ran over to see if I was all right.

The cameras were still rolling of course, though I did detect a horrified look on Chaz's face and Tim... Well... He was just being Tim. Just about ready to fall into another dead faint.

Me? I'd about had enough of this white trash Nelly Brians chick and she was not going to get away with this. Not so long as my name was Kate Gates Murphy and for the next thirty days, that is exactly what it was going to be.

In the distance I could hear the wail of an ambulance approaching and everything slowly faded to black...
 
"Hey!!! Fatster! It's back on, man!"

His huge gut wobbling, Fat Duke waddles into the living room carrying his tray of food. Like millions of viewers around the US, Fat Duke and his friends are hooked on the new TV show, House for a Month, that had only started an hour ago. Already, it is proving to be better than Jerry Springer.

"What's happening?" He asks excitedly.

"The ambulance has just arrived at the hospital, dude." Replies his friend, Freddie.

"Great, man. That Kate chick. She's hot!" He grins, stuffing a hamburger in his face.

"Nah! It's the Kelly babe who's sizzling." Says Freddie.

"No way! She's a dog, man." Duke argues.

"Man! You must be blind! That woman would make Lassie go gay!"

"Fool!" Storms Duke, getting up. "Lassie's a freakin' girl dog."

"Alright then, then she would go..." Starts Freddie.

"Hey shut it, guys." Shouts the third friend. "They are getting her out of the ambulance. Fuckin' A! Can you see that? You can see right up her skirt! She ain't got nothin' on underneath!!!"

Immediately, all the boys' attentions are fixed on the TV screen...
 
I kept my eyes closed, moaning loudly...

but not because I was in pain or because I didn't want to be on camera (though I didn't) but because I was thinking. That bitch was going to pay. And pay dearly.

"Clear the way! Clear the way!" The paramedics shouted self-importantly as they wheeled me into the emergency room. They had called in advance, alerting the press and there were reporters with microphones and flashing cameras all around. The Chief of Staff of the hospital was "on his way down" I heard someone say as they pushed me into a private room for my examination.

I couldn't help wondering where Tim was and that Kelly chick too. She was in for a rude awakening, that one. Chez had told me he knew some excellent attorneys and was calling one on my behalf. Oh yes. Mizzz Brians. You have met your match, and I am not finished with you yet, I chuckled to myself.

"Excuse me, Miss Gates? We need to take your vital signs now. And would you mind giving me your autograph when we are finished?"

"Why of course," I answered, more than a little chuffed. Life was good. Life was VERY good.
 
Kim Basinger - Senior Doctor

"The press are there!" Warns Doctor Grimes.

Doctor Kim Basinger nods as they stride down the corridor. She has been the senior doctor at the hospital for the past five years and lovs her job. In fact, it has been a family tradition for her family to become doctors. Her father before her and her son afterwards.

Her son!

She grimace at the thought that her son, thanks to some tragic circumstances is now a down-and-out. A broken man.

If she ever finds the man and woman who had ruined his career, his life, they will pay. Oh how they will pay!

"Oh it's that woman from that 'House for a Month' programme. Never watch it myself." Doctor Kim says as they approach the Emergency Ward.

"It's a really good programme. You should see it." Grimes replies.

"Too busy. That with the hospital and looking after my poor boy. What's the patient's name again?"

"Kate Gates." Answers Grimes.

Doctor Kim stops dead.

"What did you say?" She says.

Suddenly flustered at her change of demeanor, Grimes rechecks his papers.

"Erm. Kate Gates. Is there a problem. Doctor?" He asks.

But she isn't listening.

Surely not. It can't be her.

By now, they are at the door.

In a moment, she will know.

Taking a deep breath, she opens the door and looks in.

There, on the emergency bed, lies Kate Gates. The woman who had destroyed the life and career of her son, Doctor David...
 
I opened my eyes when I heard...

voices outside the small room they had placed me in, Triage 3 or somesuch. A strikingly beautiful older woman and a slightly younger and harried looking man. The smile that had formed on my lips quickly faded when she peered at me through the glass and I saw the look in her eyes. Hatred burned there. Raw and maleficent. My skin was suddenly covered with goose flesh and I was afraid. Very very afraid.

"Good morning, Ms. Gates. Or do you prefer Murphy? It wasn't clear whether you used your maiden or your married surname when the form was filled out. We have been advised that your husband is on the way." I looked from him to the woman and back. She was smiling beatifically now. Perhaps I'd been mistaken? Maybe I'd hit my head harder than I thought.

I nodded and smiled. "Did you want my autograph, too?"

I heard an audible snort of disgust come from the woman who was now standing next to me, going over my chart. Ohhh... I get it now. She's jealous. Just jealous. The old hag. To think she had actually spooked me for a minute. I chuckled as I grabbed the small pad one of the nurses had brought me earlier.

"No... No. I am your... doctor. Frank. Frank Grimes. And this... is Doctor... erm... " His face turned a lovely shade of red as I crossed and uncrossed my legs, giving him a little peek when he looked up from his vantage point at the foot of my bed.
 
Doctor Kim Basinger

Jesus Christ! She is worse than I thought!

Kim watches with disgust at the way the woman who had crushed her little boy is acting towards Doctor Grimes.

Is she in heat or something?

She is not impressed by Grimes' reaction either. She takes a deep breath.

"Well, Doctor Grimes. I suggest that Mrs Murphy is admitted for the night."

Kate looks up at her.

"For the entire night?" Asks Tony Addams, Assistant Producer of House for a Month.

"Only as precaution, Mr Addams. As far as we can see, she has only received minor cuts and lacerations but we would like to make sure. Isn't that right, Doctor Grimes?"

"Erm... Yes." Grimes nods, his face flushed.

"We would allow you to keep a small camera crew by her bedside."

"Well, if you think that is best..." starts Addams but Kim is shouting for one of the nurses.

"Yes, Doctor?" Head Nurse Hooda strides up. A huge woman by all known definitions, the black titan makes a sumo wrestler look small and her personality is as frightening as her looks. Staff and patients alike don't call her the Black Widow for nothing. Naturally, she is not allowed into the Children's Ward.

"Nurse Hooda. Can you make sure that Mrs Murphy gets a bed." Kim smiles.

"Yes, ma'am." Hooda replies, turning to bark out some orders to anyone who is unfortunate enough to be near her at the time.

"Oh, one last thing." Kim continues. "The patient seems to have something wrong with her bowels. She was fidgetting quite a lot. Isn't that right, Doctor Grimes?"

Embarrassed that he had been caught looking, he simply nods.

"I want you to carry out an enema. We don't want anything to happen to the media's newest star."

Head Nurse Hooda grins broadly.

"I will carry it out, personally!"...
 
"Give me a WHAT????????"

The woman who looks more like a professional wrestler than a nurse looks a little too pleased to be charged with administering an enema. There is no way this can possibly be standard procedure for minor lacerations.

What was that doctor's name? Kim. "Dr. Kim!! This has to be a mistake!" I call after the quickly retreating figure.

"Now you hush up, Mrs. Murphy" the Amazon she-devil snaps while throwing me a hospital gown to put on.

Picking it up, I turn it over and over in my hands, demurring. "Oh, this is the wrong color. I don't do white with blue fleur de lys."

"Undress! NOW!"

"Don't I even get a ROOM??" The mere thought of all the reporters milling around in the main lobby of the emergency room... Wait a minute... I suddenly had a scathingly brilliant idea.

Scooting out of the bed, I grabbed the gown. "Fine! Have it your way, you old hag!" I said as I began to unbutton my blouse. "Now clear out while I undress or I'm walking."

Nurse Hooda looked hesitant, but she grumbled something about getting the equipment. Christ! She made it sound like this was going to be some kind of construction project for crying out loud.

I refastened the few buttons I had undone and stuck my head out the door to see who was about. The coast was clear!! Throwing the offending gown to the floor, I slipped into the hall and ran as fast as my feet would carry me.
 
Dwayne Griddle - Hospital Guard

Dwayne Griddle is just returning from break when a young woman comes careering around the corner and collides with his thick chest, knocking her unconscious. A few seconds, a man carrying a camera comes charging around and too bounces off him.

"What's the rush, li'l lady." He says, picking up Kate in his huge arms.

"Stop! Don't let her go!"

There, running along the hallway is Nurse Hooda and the love of Dwayne Griddle's life!

Wheezing as she approaches them, she stops and leans against the wall, her titanic breasts thrusting back and forth within her tight confines of her uniform. Something that does not go unnoticed under Dwayne's lustful gaze.

">Huff!< Take her down >huff< to Room 666! >huff<" She growls.

Room 666 - her special room!!!

Dwayne swallows hard. He has been in there a number of times and has the scars to prove it.

This woman is in some serious shit!

Taking her in his arms, he marches back down the corridor. Followed by a still puffing Nurse Hooda and a very shaken camera man who's instructions is to stay with her no matter the circumstances.

When they reach the door of Room 666, they find Doctors Kim and Grimes and Tony Addams waiting for them.

"Is she alright?" Asked Addams.

"Oh yessir! Just had a relapse! That's all. The sooner I give her this enema, the better." Taking out her chain of keys, Hooda unlock the seven locks on the door and allows Dwayne to enter. The camera man goes to follow, along with the others but Hooda stops them dead.

"Let me get her prep'd first and then I will let you in." and before they can respond, she slams the door in front of them, locking it from the inside.

Turning round, she sees that Dwayne has placed the skinny bitch on the table.

"I'd better get going." He says as he moves towards the door.

"Not yet, honey." She says lustily. "Ol' Momma wants some lovin'."

"Eh?" Dwayne stops confused. "Here? What about this woman? The people waiting outside?"

"Just makes it spicer, baby. " She growls. "Seein' you in action has put this Momma is on heat and her hunger will not be denied!" and she starts to strip, right in front of the semi-conscious Kate...
 
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