Chazz sneezed. "Bless you," replied a gorgeous woman. "Thanks," Chazz slyly smiled. The gorgeous woman, Sky, twirled her artificially curly hair. Chazz's polished teeth stared at Sky, but his eyes wandered, searching for greener fields. Sky danced in an effort to keep the attention of Chazz's smile, ignoring his pupils. Sky's shifting body and Chazz's contorted lips engaged in an anticipatory tango. They knowingly sensed the coming gift of sweat they would soon exchange.
At the same moment, Joe entered into a coughing panic. "Shut the fuck up already," muttered a cute woman. Joe shot an agitated glare filled with helplessness. The cute woman, Sandra, threw her recently straightened hair in disgust. Joe's lungs were unrelenting. He exaggerated his wheezing in protest of the woman's actions as if acting in a college play. Sandra turned from the situation as her eyes rolled like marbles. Joe's mouth stayed open, his throat continued to gyrate, but his eyes were wounded. Sandra danced away from the situation, her hips swerving with a sense of ownership.
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