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### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # ## ## ## ## ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## #### ## ## #### # # ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ## ## ## [ Nicky And The Porn Queen ] [ By Rich Logsdon ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ NICKY AND THE PORN QUEEN Nicky couldn't stand it. In fact, Nicky the Ghoul was reaching a breaking point. Ever since his girl Lisa (also a ghoul) had made her debut in the adult film Lesbian Vampyres of Sodom, he couldn't go anywhere with her without every red-blooded male over twelve years of age obscenely ogling his girl. Not to the mall. Not to a burger joint. Not even to the fucking gas station where the morons running the place fell all over themselves just to pump gas for the woman now known as Lisa Lust. Take the ball game at Cashman Field in Las Vegas last June, for instance. Nicky thought a baseball game would be a perfect escape from the drooling masses. Thus, conservatively dressed in grays, browns, and greens, like two affluent young Americans, Nicky and Lisa had just sat down in their seats behind home plate when three pimply-faced adolescent boys came running over from their seats behind third base and stood not three feet from the ghoulish duo; the kids were panting like young animals in heat. Nicky guessed these punks were thirteen or fourteen years old. "Oh, wow!" yelled the breathless short overweight kid wearing thick dark-rimmed glasses and a black T-shirt that had "Ozzie Rules" stenciled in red across the front. "Are you Lisa Lust? Are ya? Huh?" Nicky thought he could see this kid's glasses fogging up. "I sure am, Sugarboy," mewed Lisa, flattered almost beyond words that she would be recognized even in a minor league baseball park. A gorgeous woman with shaggy blonde hair, killer blue eyes, and a figure that would give even the Pope a hard-on, Lisa removed her sun glasses and batted her eye lashes to give the boy a better look. "Lady," exclaimed another of the punks, a middle-sized boy who wore a blue New York Mets shirt and whose dark hair had been shaved into a V, "you were great! Can we have an autograph or something?" The kid rubbed his crotch. "Uh, whaddya mean by 'somethin',' stud?" Lisa coyly cooed. The boy howled. Breathing deeply to force himself to relax, Nicky closed his eyes and prayed that these boys would disappear. Overwhelmed by her week-old popularity, Lisa smiled, popped her gum, and asked, "Whaddya want me to autograph, guys?" She gave the third boy, a tall red-head wearing a Chicago Bulls cap and a T-shirt that read "Nine-Inch Nails," a wink and glanced obviously at the bulge in his pants. Nicky had had enough. He stood and removed his sunglasses. "Would you three twisted little perverts just get the fuck outa here!" he shouted, his booming voice carrying across the playing field so that some of the players warming up on the infield grass paused and looked up. As the three kids bolted like badly frightened rabbits, Nicky puts his hands on his hips and looked down at Lisa. Lisa was on the verge of tears. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, thought Nicky to himself, here we go again; I need blood pressure medication or something. "Hey, look Sweetheart," Nicky began, trying to turn the evening around, "lemme go get us some eats. Hot dogs and beer. You like a beer, honey?" Nicky put his face next to Lisa's, smelled her hair, and kissed his girl on the cheek. He and Lisa drank a lot of beer when they were alone watching the tube and fucking each other's brains out. But Lisa was not to be moved. "I don't want nothin'," she sourly mumbled, folding her arms and sticking out her lower lip, a porn queen pouting at the ball park. What a fucked-up night, thought the ghoul to himself. Wishing that they had stayed home to watch Home Improvement or even Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Nicky sighed, ran his fingers through his long, disheveled black hair, and said, "All right, but I gotta go take a piss." Nicky hoped that when he got back, things would be better. When Nicky came back, Lisa was in a better mood, but not because of him. When the ghoul returned with two beers, one for himself and one for Lisa, he found his seat occupied by a huge middle-aged man with shoulder-length dirty brown hair, a hairy pock-marked face, tattoos up and down his arms, and a red and black T-shirt that read "Boob Cruise '96" on the back. A huge smile on her face, Lisa was writing something on the back of this guy's T-shirt. Nicky paused long enough to set the beer down on one of the concrete steps and decide his next move. Then he walked up to Lisa and her new boyfriend and commanded in a firm voice, "Get lost, old man. This is my girl." Nicky looked down at the big man, hoping this guy wouldn't be stupid enough to cause trouble. "Not no more she ain't, you fuckin' runt, " said the lummox, who stood, clenched his beefy fists, gritted his teeth, and scowled. Nicky wondered how many steroids this guy was on. "This girl's now public property-or should that be 'pubic' property?" the huge man stated. "She said I got real nice buns." The muscular man towered over Nicky and easily weighed three hundred pounds. A ghoul of medium build but with huge, muscular arms as well, Nicky ran his fingers through his hair again, looked out at the flag now blowing east on the wall above center field, and wished he were a baseball player instead of the lover of America's newest porn queen. Then, suddenly, Nicky went into action. As she always did when Nicky fought, Lisa shrieked and laughed simultaneously. It was like a game to her. It was just as he grabbed the man by the throat and dragged him out into the aisle like a straw doll that Nicky realized he'd seen this guy on the wrestling channel. He was called Pile Driver, one of Nicky all-time favorites. And Pile Driver was always one of the good guys. In fact, next week on pay-per-view Pile Driver was supposed to wrestle The Beast for the championship in a no-holds barred iron-cage match. It was a match Nicky had looked forward to for a month. His rage dissipating, Nicky sat on the guy's chest (security guards madly rushing to the scene of the altercation) and decided against crushing his opponent's throat, an easy task for a ghoul who had the strength of ten men. He saw that the Pile Driver was already starting to turn blue. "Listen, Pile Driver," Nicky placed his face about an inch from that of his opponent and rasped in a bestial and guttural voice that emanated from the core of his black and eternally damned soul, "you big mound of flesh, you ever fuck with my girl again I'll rip out your tongue and eyes and shove 'em up your ass. Got it?" Terrified, shaking, and sweating, Pile Driver meekly nodded his head. Nicky held the man by the throat for a few more minutes until Pile Driver began to cry. When Nicky let him up, Pile Driver whimpered, dried his eyes, rubbed his throat, gave the ghoul one last frightened look and sprinted up the aisle. The security guards, all overweight retired men, stood ten rows up, afraid to approach the ghoul. Nicky sat down just as the first pitch was thrown. Lisa looked over at him, put her hand between his knees, and squeezed the ghoul's manhood. Then, in a tone that said "Oh, honey, I wish you could fuck me now," she purred "You're so brave and tough, Nicky. I just love it when you scare the shit outa people like that." "Lisa, honey," Nicky responded in the sweetest, most charming voice he could muster, "just shut the fuck up and drink your beer." Things were not to get better for Lisa and Nicky as Lisa's fame spread like a wild fire. Again, take the now famous Southern Utah incident, which occurred about three weeks after the ball game. Like Christ escaping the masses, Nicky, Lisa and their best friend Alex the Werewolf had decided to drive up to Southern Utah during the middle of the week, do some fishing, and maybe even take in some Shakespeare, whose plays were performed annually every summer in Cedar City. Alex would drive his Plymouth '76 convertible and play Big Band music all the way from Vegas. It was late July, a full-moon night. The three arrived in Otter-sixty miles north of Cedar City--around 2:00 in the afternoon, checked into the old Stag Motel, and kicked back in their room, watching Gilligan's Island, McHale's Navy, and Leave It to Beaver reruns, until about nine PM when Alex suggested they get a bite to eat. In a good mood, they walked down Main to a restaurant called El Bambi, the building worn and dilapidated on the outside and on the inside one of the dirtiest restaurants any of them had ever seen. The tables were sticky, the silverware dirty, and bits of food littered the faded red carpet. It was enough to make a ghoul sick. Nicky sat next to Alex and across from Lisa in a cherry-red upholstered booth right next to the entrance. A thin bespectacled intellectual type with light brown hair, a beard and a mustache, Alex was getting buzzed drinking coffee and excitedly explaining to Lisa Michel Foucault's theories of prisons as they applied to the development of restrictive systems of Western thought. Fascinated, Lisa occasionally exclaimed things like "Wow, Alex!" and "I didn't know that!" and "Huh??" As Alex droned on, Nicky worked on his second Bambi's Double Deluxe Cheeseburger and selected a couple of favorite pieces from the small jukebox: Nazareth's "Love Hurts" and Boston's "Foreplay." Ignoring most of what Alex said and listening to the music, Nicky was now silently blaming himself for Lisa's incredible rise in popularity among American males. It was like he was losing his girl. Certainly, the blonde ditz sitting across from him wasn't the same old Lisa he had met at the Fourteenth Annual Southern Nevada Blood Feast years ago. In fact, thinking back over the past year and a half as he put his fourth bottle of Wolf's Head beer to his lips, he wished he'd never, never encouraged Lisa to try her wings in the porn business. On the advice of Lisa's therapist, who claimed that Lisa had rock-bottom self-esteem, Nicky had contacted an old friend and gotten his girl involved in the adult film industry. Drinking his beer, tuning out Alex, and studying his girlfriend's half-exposed and very large tits as she ate her lamb chops, Nicky recalled that five months after journeying to Tahiti to make Lesbian Vampyres of Sodom with Ricky Studd, Lisa's film had been released to theaters and book stores around the country. For the first few days after the film's release, Nicky was actually happy for Lisa: Lisa could go nowhere without twenty or thirty people recognizing her; her mood notably brightened. But things got out of hand. There was the ball game, for instance, when Nicky had nearly taken the life of his favorite wrestler. Then there was an ugly incident at the college involving one of Lisa's male professors, who claimed that his interest in porn stars was entirely academic. There was a bloody altercation with a softball team in Denny's parking lot late one night when he, Alex and Lisa had gone out to get something to eat. And sure as shit, something was going to happen tonight. Nicky could feel it in his bones. Indeed, El Bambi was the sort of place where trouble always occurred. Located in the middle of some of the richest farm land in the Southwest, the dark, dinghy little dive seemed to attract everything that crept and crawled through the desert night. For example, in the next booth behind them Nicky noticed a young lady wearing a sexy black dress that reached to just below the crotch. With wild raven hair and a ton of mascara around her eyes, the lady had unbuttoned the dress down to her belly button. Nicky could even see her nipples. She wore black fish-net stockings and probably nothing else underneath. Nothing like advertising, Nicky thought to himself, sure that he had seen the prostitute in Vegas. At a booth just across from theirs sat four young men, early twenties Nicky guessed, all dressed in black, hair dyed black, their faces pale as death, sitting upright, coked to the gills, and mumbling and laughing together. A group of Satanists, most likely, out for a good time in Southern Utah. They couldn't take their eyes off Lisa. Nicky knew these guys recognized Lisa Lust. Finally, in a booth in the back of the room sat three men, all sporting scruffy beards and wearing baseball caps. For twenty minutes, these yokels had silently, unceasingly gawked at his girl. Obviously, they too had recognized Lisa. Dressed in dirty jeans, flannel shirts, and black work boots, these three clowns continued to drink their beer and stare and point at Lisa, occasionally letting out a wolf-whistle. When Lisa turned around, one of the men--a balding fellow with fat cheeks and a huge golden toothpick hanging from his mouth--stuck out and wriggled his tongue obscenely at her. "Hey, Nicky," Lisa exclaimed excitedly, turning around and cutting Alex off in mid-sentence (Alex was explaining Stanley's Fish's theories regarding reader-response criticism)... "Hey, Nick, diddya see what that one guy just done? Funny, huh? They gotta know who I am." Of course the ghoul had seen it. No, it wasn't funny. And everyone seemed to know who Lisa was; therein lay the problem. "Don't worry about it," Nicky said coldly, taking a huge bite out of his burger. "You ignore them, they ignore you. They're dumb fucks. That's the way it's gotta work." Nicky was getting sick of this shit. Unable to resist, however, Lisa looked around again. This time, both the bald man and the small, thin man with a graying crew cut made the same obscene gesture towards Lisa with their tongues. "Oooohhh, nasty, nasty boys," Lisa said in a whiny playful voice loud enough to be heard all the way to the back of the restaurant. Then, to Nicky's outrage, the giggling Lisa blew the three men a kiss. "Oh, Christ," muttered Nicky, tossing his hamburger down on his plate as he watched the three men get up from their table, smile, and hitch their jeans. Hands shoved deep into their pockets, the men slowly sauntered over, bringing the unmistakable odor of pig shit with them. The biggest of the three weighed close to three hundred pounds, had dark blonde curly hair and resembled John Goodman. He wore a blue hat that said "Earl" in bright yellow letters. "Well, well, well, what we got here, Phil?" Earl asked to one of the men, moving closer to Lisa and putting his hand on her shoulder. "Looks to me like we got ourselves some ass tonight, Earl. Some honest-to-God poontang," answered the small man, who eyed Nicky maliciously. "Hello, Lisa Lust," he said. "Hello, boys," said Lisa, flattered. As Nicky waited for the event to unfold, Alex put his book down onto the table, removed his glasses, and said to the three men, "Pardon me for being so terribly rude, but we three were just passing through, really, minding our own business. You really have no right to so rudely interrupt us. I assure you, we shall be done in a jiff and then we'll be out of here. Flash. Bang. Gone. Now please go away." Nicky picked up his hamburger and gave it an enormous bite. "Ain't no one goin' no where, little man. An' the porn queen here sure as hell ain't goin' anywhere without us," said the bald man with the golden toothpick. "Anyone goes anywhere, it's her. She is a-comin' with us. We just wanna have a little fun is all." Nicky's response surprised everyone, even himself. "OK, fellas," he conceded, his head in his hands, "go ahead and take her. I don't give a fuck no more. But have her back here in, oh, say, three hours." Nicky then looked away from Lisa and the three men, studied his plate, picked up, and bit into his cheeseburger. "Nicky!" Lisa shouted. "You serious? All these guys wanna do is fuck me. Which ain't bad. Everybody does. But you just gonna lemme go without sayin' shit?" "Nicholas," Alex exclaimed, using the name that signified that he was quite upset over his ghoulish friend's decision, "just what do you think you are doing.? Use your head, my dear good friend." "Gentlemen?" Nicky looked imploringly at the three red necks. Fed up with Lisa's antics, he hoped this would teach his girl a lesson she would never forget. "Nicky the Ghoul!!" exclaimed Lisa, stunned by her boy friend's behavior. "I am really, really, really kinda disappointed in you. I guess." Then, shrugging her shoulders and looking up at the three men, then glancing back at Nicky, she smiled hugely and, giving in to temptation, said, "Well, huh, let's go, boys." "Now that's what I call a real good girl," said Earl, his voice soft and mellow. "You comin' on a ride in the back o' my truck with the three of us. Your boyfriend and his girlish friend here," and here the man looked contemptuously at Alex, "they can sure as hell come along and watch. Prob'ly all they're good for anyhow." Staring straight ahead at nothing in particular, Nicky just nodded as Earl gently took Lisa by the right arm and helped her out of the booth. Then Lisa and the three country yokels walked out of the restaurant and into the night. Incensed, always concerned with the ethics of any situation, Alex looked at Nicky. "Nick," he began, "what have you just done? Are you insane?" "I let my girl go," came the subdued answer. Somewhat puzzled by his own behavior, Nicky stared into the dark space at the back of the restaurant. "She's a big ole porn star now. She dreams about everyone fuckin' her. It was like she wanted those guys. So Lisa gets her way is all." "But, but, but--but that's your girl, Nicholas. I mean, c'mon, man. I don't think she thinks that. She's fucking with you." "Not no more she's not my girl," sighed Nicky, finally picking up his burger and biting into it; "now she's a star and all that, everyone wants her--and I guess she wants everyone. Hell with her." Though he spoke the words of rejection, Nicky felt as if he'd given away his right arm. "Lord above! Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" Alex responded, incredulously, his staunchly Roman Catholic background emerging. Secretly, Alex was also in love with Lisa and didn't want to lose her companionship. "This thing with the adult film industry will pass, my friend. Lisa has a good heart. And when it does pass, you'll be out a girl friend." "Y'know, I don't think I really give a shit," mumbled Nicky, taking another bite, trying to hide his hurt feelings. Ten or fifteen minutes passed as the two sat in somber silence. Nicky actually felt like crying. Maybe Lisa was just playing some kind of stupid and dangerous game. Suddenly, both Alex and Nicky heard a squeal and a scream followed by rude, course laughter and then more squeals and screams coming from the parking lot to the side of the restaurant. Instinctively, Nicky imagined the pig-men brutally having their way with Lisa out in the parking lot. It was like an electric jolt running through his befuddled brain. Awareness oozed back into the ghoul's brain like warm molasses. Nicky began to realize he had made an enormous mistake in judgment. What the hell have I done?, thought Nicky. This is Lisa I done this to. Nicky looked at Alex and saw the malevolent, demonic blaze in his friend's now yellowish eyes. Reacting as if some one had just doused him with a bucket of ice water, Nicky realized that he had allowed the situation to deteriorate to the point of no return. Not only was his girl likely getting raped but his best friend Alex was beginning the hideous werewolfish transformation-always triggered by rage--that would inevitably lead to the bloody death of at least one of the men with Lisa. An unusual werewolf, Alex had undergone his hideous yet beautiful transformation more than once in order to protect Lisa. "Get out," Alex growled--guttural, hollow, sepulchral--at his friend, his facial features already subtly darkening and stretching. Alex now sounded like a beast that had just learned to speak. "Please, get outa my way." Alex' voice was more like a subterranean moan. Knowing he was no match for Alex, Nicky quickly edged out of his seat and let his friend pass. As Alex ran for the door, tearing his clothes from his body, Nicky followed, realizing that he had fucked up royally by giving his one true love over to the three men who probably shoveled pig shit for a living. When he stepped outside, Nicky heard laughter, screams and squeals coming from the other end of the unpaved parking lot, about seventy-five yards away. Panic building, Nicky took off running towards the sounds. Alex was nowhere to be seen. When he came to an old '68 primer gray Ford pickup at the far end of the parking lot, Nicky saw that the three men had put his now naked girl friend on a mattress on the flat bed of their pickup. While two of the men watched and held the porn star, the third one-Earl-climbed onto the truck bed, pulled down his pants and, erect manhood in hand, prepared to mount Lisa, her legs spread wide. Her hair disheveled, Lisa looked like she had been crying. Nicky wondered if he saw marks of blood on Lisa's body and face and then remembered that his girl friend was a ghoul: ghouls don't have blood. Not sure whether Lisa were laughing or crying, Nicky was building to a kill when a hollow demonic baying sound tore the darkened night air. The sound filled the area, penetrated to the core of Nicky's being, and seemed to come from every direction. "What the fuck is that?" said the smallest of the men, frightened.. He had been massaging one of Lisa's tits. "We don't got wolves around this part, do we?" The three men stopped and looked around. The ear-piercing baying from the pit of the damned came again, a supernatural horror ripping into the natural realm, this time much closer. Positioned somewhere in the now thickening darkness the encircled the men and the truck, the thing was almost upon them. All could feel its approach, and Nicky felt the darkly energized fury in the savage roar of the hellish thing that he knew lay just beyond their circle. There was dead weighted silence as everyone--the three men, Lisa, and Nicky--waited, as if suspended in vacuum for a brief eternity. All heard the low bestial rumbling, the sound indicating that the beast in the darkness was madly, insanely moving in circles around them. The evil was almost tangible. Then Lisa started giggling uncontrollably. "What's so f-f-f-fuckin' funny, bitch?" whispered the bald man, his voice trembling. "You three guys are fucked is what's so funny, bitch," Lisa laughed, sitting up and looking around. "Totally, totally fucked is what you guys are." There was a pause as everyone, ghouls included, stopped moving or speaking, waiting for the evil thing's immanent move. Then, in a tiny girlish voice, Lisa spoke to the almost impenetrable darkness surrounding them, "Oh, Alex. Aaaaleeeeex. Come out, come out where ever you are." Having summoned the thing, Lisa paused. Exploding from the terrible darkness, the huge beast-thing roared and sprang, landing on the screaming Earl, who was brought crashing off the truck and to the earth in a cloud of dust. When the dust cleared, a huge savagely snarling black and gray wolf stood over Earl, saliva dripping from its gaping jaws, looking into the eyes of the visibly terrified, trembling man. As the big man squealed like a pig, turned over, pulled up his jeans, stood and tried to run, the beast struck swiftly and ferociously, leaping and grabbing the man's fat neck in its powerful jaws, biting powerfully with razor-sharp teeth, instantly severing head from trunk in a shower of bloody spray. The bloodied head rolled under the truck as Earl's corpse staggered and fell, a crimson gushing fountain staining the earth. Of the other two men, the bald one with the golden toothpick crawled whining beneath the truck while the other jumped into the cab and locked the door. Swiftly, with predatorial ease, the growling beast flattened itself and, snarling savagely, crawled under the truck, seized one of the man's legs in its powerful jaws, and pulled him out. The man was sobbing and screaming something about his wife and kids, knowing he was going to die. As the man wept "Please, please, please," Alex the beast lunged forward and took the man's throat in its massive jaws. Nicky could hear the bones, muscle, and cartilage grinding and squishing together as Alex' teeth bit through the man's neck. The wonderful odor of blood filled the air and Nicky felt reborn. It was at that point that Lisa jumped off the pick up, which suddenly took off in a flurry of dirt and dust. Determined not to let this third man escape, Nicky took off in a sprint. A ghoul who could run three times as fast as any man, Nicky caught the vehicle easily and mounted the running board. Holding onto the door handle with his right hand Nicky sent his left arm crashing through the driver's window. Seizing the man by the neck, Nicky jumped off the running board, pulling the body of the screaming driver savagely though the broken window. As the truck sped off of its own volition, Nicky held the small man at arm's length, his huge and powerful ghoul's hand wrapped around the man's neck. Then, just when he saw terror rising in his adversary's eyes, Nicky squeezed and crushed, blood spurting between his long gray fingers and onto his face and clothes. Having eaten more than their fill, Nicky, Lisa and Alex sat together in the front seat of Alex's Plymouth convertible, its roof down. Their evening ruined, they had decided to return to Vegas. Because he was driving, Alex had again chosen the music, this time a series of Lawrence Welk favorites. Nicky detested his friend's choice in music and on numerous occasions had tried to encourage Alex to play some contemporary rock. Even something like Jimi Hendrix or Janis Joplin would be better than the shit Alex insisted upon labeling as music. Lisa sat between the men, her top off, exposing her wonderful boobs to the night sky. It seemed like old times again. In the passenger seat, his left arm draped around Lisa's shoulders so he could massage one of her nipples, Nicky sat sullenly, silently, wishing the evening had never occurred. "Ooooooooh, guys," cooed Lisa, suddenly throwing one arm around Nicky's shoulders and the other around Alex, "that was so totally awesome. You guys are so fuckin' stud when you get goin'." To Lisa, it was as if nothing serious had happened. It was like some kind of stupid game in which Nicky and Alex would always be there to save her if she got into trouble. "You mean you're not upset with Nicky the Prick? Honey," mumbled Nicky, depressed almost beyond words, "they were goin' to fuck you all night. Fuck ya to death if they could. I was gonna let 'em. You're my girl. Don't that bother you at all? Alex and me heard you screamin' bloody murder, for Christ's sake. I almost died inside-and I'm already dead." "Yeah, maybe I am upset with ya a bit," whined Lisa in a nasal sing-song tone, her Eastern upbringing temporarily surfacing, "but I been fucked by other guys before. You even seen me on film. I mean, I might not have minded so much. Besides, Nicky I'm a ghoul. Those guys wouldn't be much of a match for even little ole me. If I'd wanted, I'd of cracked their fuckin' skulls and sucked out their flesh. So don't worry, Punkin'. You're still cool with me, Nicky." Hoping Lisa were just teasing, the exasperated Nicky recalled that before he had met her, Lisa had performed for three years with a snake and a donkey as a stripper in Tijuana. Maybe he was the one who was missing something here. I'll never fuckin' figure out women, Nicky thought to himself, never, never, never. Nicky couldn't stand it. As Lisa whined on and on in the gorgeous desert night, claiming that she liked being a sex object and wouldn't turn down a good gang-bang now and then if Nicky didn't mind, Alex turned up his stereo so even the coyotes and rattle snakes could get their fill of Lawrence Welk. Nicky reached for the twelve-pack at this feet, pulled out two beers, popped the tabs, and handed one to Lisa. Nicky just wanted to get drunk. "Lisa, honey," Nicky yelled into his girl friend's ear, "just drink the beer and shut the fuck up. For five fuckin' minutes. Just shut the fuck up and drink with me. Let's be like old times." The Plymouth sped down the I-15 at ninety miles per hour. Few other cars were on the highway at this time of night, 2:30 am. In two hours, they'd all be back in Vegas. As Lisa sucked on her beer can and, between gulps, continued to brag about being a porn star, Nicky looked up at the full moon, thought he saw a meteor blaze across the glorious night sky, and dreamed of bloodied corpses and different times. He'd kill the next man who even looked at Lisa. Sadly, too, he realized that things between him and Lisa would never again be as they once were. Life together would be a lot tougher from now on. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- uXu #447 Underground eXperts United 1998 uXu #447 Call INTERNATIONAL INFORMATION RETRIEVAL GUILD -> telnet iirg.org ---------------------------------------------------------------------------