Despite the fact that Kitty had committed a foul, almost heinous act, the most bizarre thing she’d ever done in her strange, young life, an act that absolutely compelled her to masturbate furiously, immediately after the performance came to a spine tingling climax just three hours earlier, the girl felt completely at peace with herself. In her mind she relived the whole thing in slow motion.
When she’d finished off the guard on the Mairkan side of the border bridge, and satisfied her insanely surreal, surging sexual appetite, she gleefully skipped across the bridge, and did the exact same thing in the true north strong and free.
Kitty Kaboodle was smiling sweetly as she crashed into a deep slumber the moment her pretty little head hit her pillow. Several times through the night she dreamed of being chased by men in uniforms who were frantic to lay their hands on the fugitive, and bring her to justice. But Kitty was not afraid in her dream.
Oh, no, not Kitty Kaboodle, the beautiful, blacked eyed vixen who would be Queen of the World. Kitty was laughing hysterically as she ran from the flat footed clods who chased her. Kitty wore not a stitch, as she hot-footed it through a Dali-esque forest on the northern bank of the Pigeon River. As she approached the rabbit hole, which was exactly where Stephen King told her it would be, Kitty merrily sang, “Kaboodle struedel dm sum noodle, Kaboodle struedel dim sum noodle,” leapt into the air, and did a graceful swan dive into the underground sanctuary.
Above her, on the surface, she could hear the oafs stammering, “Duh, which way did she go? Which way did she go?”