Message-ID: <6333eli$9712121557@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: 20 Bikini Brigade part 20 of 22 (NND) dec13 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: roller39@IDT.NET Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <348F011B.20AB@idt.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in BIKINI BRIGADE _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ Chapter Twenty “He’s just some big, ugly goopy guy who needs a bath!” Matilda said angrily at the large figure looming before them. It held a half-eaten fudgesicle in its hand. It had big goofy eyes and a lolling tongue. “You’re not very nice,” the figure retorted. “Away, bum! Go visit a public restroom and wash all that goop off you!” Matilda said. “We’ve no time for you!” “You should be nice to people,” the figure said. “Now Moe--” Polly said. She smacked her lips, as old people do, and prepared to launch into a speech. “He’s awfully large,” Glenda said to Matilda. She gazed at the molasses-laden creature. “Bums come in all shapes and sizes,” Matilda snapped. She pushed Polly aside and advanced to the front of their raft. “Away, you idle creature!” Matilda cried. “What are you, some out of work sumo wrestler? Couldn’t keep a job wrestling, so you decided to live like Ted Kaczynski instead? Hanging out in this swamp? Go and have yourself a bath, man! No one will employ you, looking like that!” “Well if you don’t like me, then I’ll let you enjoy my molasses!” Molasses Moe cried. He sank lower into the swamp. He seemed to disappear. Matilda glanced at Glenda and Polly, a satisfied grin on her face. “We’ve no time to bargain with dirty old strangers,” Matilda said. She pointed to Percy and Paul and Al, who were holding the pole that guided the raft. “Forward, you three. Don’t stand there idly, or I’ll pitch you over the side and you can enjoy the rest of the night in the swamp with that bum!” A sooty tern flew overhead. There was a soft, subtle sound in the swamp, as of liquid moving. A moment later Molasses Moe rose up underneath the raft. “What-- ho! We’re being flipped over!” Matilda cried. “Yeek!” Percy and Paul yelled. “Oh, my!” Polly shouted. With a blubbering roar, Molasses Moe rose up from the depths of the moor and pitched their raft over. Everyone on the raft was plunged into the swamp’s sticky, dark fluid. I gazed out at the peanuts painting the throne room. There were four of them, in all. Another peanut had been drafted into the project, making it all the harder for Pauline and myself to escape the Peppermint Portal, where we still were hiding. I looked down at my gun. It only squirted cream, still. I didn’t dare use it unless it was really necessary, for it would be like trying to win a war with a squirt gun. “I hope my Daddie’s still alive,” Pauline whispered to me. She was sniffling, quietly as she could, with her hand over her mouth so the peanuts wouldn’t hear her. “I’m sure he is,” I lied. I had no idea whether her father was alive or dead, but the last thing I needed was a bawling 6-year-old on my hands. I looked at my gun again. “If only this thing would work,” I sighed. “Well if you won’t give us the barge, I’ll just shoot you off it!” Tommy yelled to the peanuts by the Sea of Cream. He fired at the ice cream bar. He hit a peanut and it went flying backwards into the waves. The other peanuts let out screams and dove voluntarily into the sea. “Forward, driver!” Tommy shouted. The driver cracked his whip across the horses’ backs. The carriage rolled forward. It crossed from the road out onto the ice cream bar. “Make way for royalty!” Tommy cried. He fired his gun again, at no one in particular, and watched as the shot from his marshmellow gun arced out over the surf. 30 ----------------------- Dreamgirls! ----------------------- -Other stories: type http://www.dejanews.com/ into your browser’s “Location” window. Press your “return” key. Under “Quick Search”, type in: roller39@idt.net Press your “return” key. -Other providers: Usenet Newsgroup: alt.sex.stories.moderated or by e-mail: file.request@backdrop.com or via the Web: http://www.netusa.net/files/Authors/eli/www/erotica/assm/ -Free minicomics: send a stamped, self-addressed envelope to: Jim Corrigan, P.O. Box 3663, Phenix City, AL 36868 - JOIN the world’s greatest organization! 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