Bucky Beaver's Stags, Loops & Peeps #12

What I need is a good stiff snort.

Come on!

I'm scared, George.

Now, Myrtle, honey, there's no reason to be scared.

I know, but I'm just scared anyway.

The doctor won't hurt you.

He just wants to talk to you.

Pretty brutal.

Sit down, Miss Anderson.

Well at first Myrtle was reluctant to speak, but as she fell more deeply into the irresistible

limbo of the ******** trance, her story poured forth in a veritable Niagara of words.

When she and George had first met, well, they were idyllically happy.

No indications of the dark shadows which would have fall across their lives were evident.

They made love as simply and as directly as two beautiful ******** in paradise.

♪ Mm, mm, mm ♪

Then came the first clouds of the descent in misunderstanding.

For this is their wedding night.

And this night, which should have been a night of transcendent glory,

becomes a night of searing tragedy.

You have the cutest earlobes.

Do you love me?

I missed a spot when you shaved.

I'm tired.

I love you. I do love you.

Good night.

I'll cut it out.

Turn out the light.

I'd like you to show off like that.

I'm sorry, George.

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