By Misti
Date: 2004 Aug 13
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I Can't Imagine A Tastier Pastry

SCENE ONE
Randy: Some people call me the Purple Pieman. Some people call me the gangsta of love. You can call me Randy. I own a bakery. It's very successful. I'd love to take you to Vegas.
Shawna: That's quite an introduction. Wow. Hi, Randy. I'm Shawna. You can call me Shawna. I don't own anything. I've never been to Vegas. I'm not so sure you're the one I'd want to experience it with.
Randy: I have a really long tongue and remarkable staying power. Can I buy you a drink?
Shawna: You can buy me several. I'm having a bad night and I can only see it getting progressively worse at this point.
Randy: Cheer up, baby. I can show you a good time.
Shawna: Okay. I'd love a Long Island Ice Tea.
Randy: You've got it.
SCENE TWO
Shawna: I've never had sex in a pool before.
Randy: I have. I've had a lot of good sex in this pool.
Shawna: That's nothing to brag about. Let's have sex and I'll let you know how good it is. Do you have a condom?
Randy: No, but don't worry. I'm fixed.
Shawna: That's fine, but you say you've had a lot of sex. The ocean isn't the only place you can catch crabs.
Randy: I do not have crabs. I wash myself very thoroughly. I'm clean, okay?
Shawna: Screw it, I'm drunk. Go ahead and make your move.
Randy: You have beautiful breasts. May I touch them?
Shawna: Yeah. Hurry before I sober up and run away screaming.
Randy: I'll make you scream, all right. But you won't run away once I'm through with you. You'll never want to leave.
Shawna: Oh, that feels good. Oh, hell, yeah. Yes! Oh, Rick.
Randy: Who's Rick?
Shawna: Shut up and keep doing what you were doing. You should not be talking.
Randy: Sorry.
Shawna: Yes! Please don't stop. That's so good. Oh, I'm tingling. Oh, wow...it's happening...I feel it...yes! Yes!
Randy: Wasn't that something?
Shawna: It was great.
Randy: Would you do the same thing for me?
Shawna: No, I'm sorry. It's against my religion.
Randy: How convenient.