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Subject: {ASSM} Anniv-Flash: "Kissing the Rat" by Morgan Preece
Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 04:10:04 -0500
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Kissing the Rat

by Morgan Preece



The little blonde said, "Plenty of room?" in her inviting accent.

They crowded into the elevator, Davy in his wheelchair, his parents,
and his nurse.

Davy looked younger than sixteen because the drugs made his face round
and childlike. He sat high in the chair, eyes at a perfect angle to
look into the handiest cleavage. He didn't try not to stare.
He was a kid in a wheelchair, everyone in Las Vegas that weekend
knew he would die soon.

"I'm Charo," said the blonde. "Are you going to watch me in the show?"

Davy nodded, his eyes on her breasts.

"My little boy didn't come with me, he's eight," said Charo. "He
wanted a pet. No dog, the building does not allow dogs and no cat,
he's allergic and goldfish bore him. I should be glad he didn't get a
snake," she laughed a womanly gurgle. "He got a rat."

"A rat?" Davy laughed. Charo's breasts quivered when she giggled and
jiggled when she moved her arms and swayed when she took little dancer
steps. A performer since before she was Davy's age, the elevator might
be a pretty small venue but entertainers entertain.

"Not a nasty rat, a fuzzy black-and-white rat with a pink nose and
cartoon ears." She sighed and tsked. "I make him keep his rat in a
cage, he isn't playing with it. I don't want to find the rat when I
pick something up. But he plays with his rat all the time when he is
home."

She held an imaginary rat in her hands and kissed it. Her ass wiggled
and her boobies jiggled and she cooed to the rat. "He's a good rattie,
isn't he?" She laughed her throaty giggle and kissed the rat
repeatedly, extravagantly, lasciviously.

"Then," she said, "the rat aspired. You know, he died?"

They laughed and Charo giggled way down in her throat. "I was to
worry. I took my son to a doctor, he doesn't like to go to doctors."
Davy's grin hardly changed. "And I tell the doctor, my son, he
kisses the rat."

Again she kissed the rat, quickly, sweetly, gently, almost innocently.
"On the mouth. Is my son going to catch something? And you know what
the doctor said?"

They smiled at her and she smiled at them and Davy smiled at her tits.

"The doctor says my son killed the rat! The rat caught something from
my son!" She shook her head vigorously and her boobies jiggled and
Davy grinned.

Then she kissed the rat again. Softly, her lips lingering, she kissed
the rat, a kiss goodbye. "My son loved his rat to death," she said
sadly.

The elevator reached the bottom and Charo hurried off. Not without a
trademark, shoulder-wiggling, bottom-waving, titty-jiggling farewell,
though. Everyone loved Charo so much it almost hurt.

"When she kissed the rat," Davy's dad said, "I thought mine would
aspire, too."

"I'm pretty sure mine did," Davy said happily.

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"Kissing the Rat"
Copyright 2000 by Morgan Preece.
All rights reserved.

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