Oh, Wendy...
those long braids of fireflame hair...
that scattering of freckles across her cheeks...
that cute retro-1920's look she's got...
those sparkling-blue eyes...
maker of the best damn burgers in the free world...
we will make hot monkey love in the back of your favorite restaurant... the big booth next to the bathrooms... no, not the one next to the imitation cactus plant, across from it... yeah, that one... I'll pound you with desires you never knew existed, or, indeed, even believed possible... I'll lead you to the biggest, most redefining, dam-bursting, toe-curling, shaking-like-a-leaf-in-the-fire orgasm... I'll pull you against me, feel your wetness and heaving chest, and I'll throw you back on the seat, pinning your legs on the table, and write a bittersweet symphony with your screams of pleasure... finally, I'll throw my head back and roar as if the gods themselves could hear me:
DO YOU WANT FRIES WITH THAT, BITCH?! | 
