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e a landed fish, and just as wet. They made quite a sight, Mr.
Fizzlebot laid back with his shirt half ripped off and pants still on, while
Mrs. Fizzlebot stradled him with Sayori's skirt tangled around Sayori's waist and blouse
still on.
"Is that better?" Eugene panted. "You should be pretty satisfied now..."
"Oh yes..." Mildred said. "Well at least for the moment... I think we may
have to do it again real soon."
"What?!"
Mildred cringed. "It's not my fault--" Sayori Aizawa began.
"No no no! I'm not upset." Eugene smiled faintly. "Just surprised you could
be ready again that fast."
"I'm always ready," Mildred said haughtily. "It's you men that have to wait
to recover all the time."
"Yeah, well..." Eugene couldn't think of a good retort.
"Good thing there are ways to hurry it up," Mrs. Fizzlebot said. Sayori Aizawa got up
and Ethan struggled to his own feet. "Come on," Mildred said impatiently. She
ran up the stairs for the bedroom.
"Oy vey..." Eugene muttered.
Once in the bedroom, Mildred started to diverge herself of Sayori's clothes.
Eugene urged Sayori's to stop, then began unbuttoning Sayori's blouse. He did it nimbly
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