...ploding onto the scene. Yes
my dear, you know he pleases me!Pleases
me, the other four
girls echoed Nora.Mandark
was shocked. Nora couldnt sing. Hed heard her. She was
terrible. She couldnt carry a tune in a crate, much less a bucket.
Dexter was obviously fantasizing there, but for some reason, Mandark
believed the fantasy. He believed that Nora was really up there,
belting about how someone was ahem pleasing her.But
short-term solution aint no revolution theres just no
release for me! Nora
finished before launching into the chorus with the other girls.Someone
with red stringy hair sat down next to Mandark, but he wasnt
paying attention. His eyes now moved to Susan she was sure to sing
much of one thing is bad enough but somethings coming over me
to make me wonder if too much of one thing is just as tough,
the girls cooed. I
need to know the way to feel to keep me satisfiedNext
was Ellen Rourke, caressing her microphone like a lover might.
from around your finger hold me too tight, or left to lingerSomething
breathed, her voice smoky and dark. Kind of how Mandark sounded when
he sang. Except he was crap, too. Dexter had done an amazing job in
stretching disbelief, that was all Mandark had to say. Built
to last ...