by bob county
The truth about Foxes
| Another dreary grey day. I ponder the meaning of snow. Is it icy rain?
What does it all mean? Seasons past and future. I flip through the
cable channels. Perhaps, a book. @Yellow Pages.. Pizza?
@Baby Doll? Hmmmm.
Bing Bong! That must be my @Baby Doll. I open the door.
Muzzy: "Your Teri Hatcher."
Teri: "Yeah. I'm your @Baby Doll."
Muzzy: "Seriously, you are Teri Hatcher?"
Teri: "Yes! I just want to be your @Baby Doll.(killer look)"
Muzzy: "Don't you have an exfootball player husband?"
Teri: "Just take your clothes off.(Turns on boombox)"
Teri begins to dance to "LOVER BOY". She is wearing a red riding hood
spandex speedo with black fishnet tights and spike red thigh high boots.
Her hands run over her slender body and raise up her long raven hair.
Teri: "What are you doing?"
Muzzy: "I'm sure I have a get-up just like that one."
I pull out piles of jumpsuits and catsuits and speedos. Until, I find my
fox tail spandex. It has some holes in the fishnet, but it's still sexy.
Muzzy: "What-yah, think?"
Teri: "(Big toothy smile)Your cute."
Muzzy: "May I dance with you?"
Teri: "Of course!.. (Runs her hands over Muzzy's Foxy tail)"
Muzzy: "Foxes are cats... Purrrrrrr"
Teri: "Let me see your pussy.(Chesser Cat smile)"
Teri and Muzzy roll about on the bed, while my tomcat Rusty cleans
his secrets on top of the dresser.
Muzzy: "You pierced your hoo-ha?"
Teri: "It's a @Hollywood thing."
Muzzy: "Honestly, your Teri Hatcher; right?"
Teri: "Yeah and foxes are cats."