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Suite Sweat

“Professor, you must have a childish and greedy sweet-tooth” Miss Scarlet grated. “You can’t seem to keep your hand out of my candy dish. There doesn’t seem to be any plum sweets left.”

“Listen to me” the professor growled, “I’m trying to attach this pipe to repair the radiator, all the while listening to the sound of your rusty chastity belt and mouth. I wonder how you ever got close enough to a brute to earn that letter upon your breast. It seems to me, that you are the one who couldn’t keep her hand out of the proverbial candy dish, my sweet!”

“What is that you have in your hand now, Mr. Plumber?” Miss Scarlet taunted, thinking she was witty and clever. “It’s mouth seems to be shaped like yours; sweaty, wide and greasy, and slow to adjust!” Her donkey laugh and thigh slapping shook the dust off her hoopskirt.

“Wrench” Mr. Plum shot back.

Miss Scarlet advanced on him, candlestick raised in rage, ready to split his skull, like frozen wax. “I may have this letter upon my breast, but a wench I am not!”

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