On the way to Cottonwood, Princess notices, out the corner of her eye, that there is some "backseat boinking" going on, and it ain't Ampgrrl and Blister! Sweet Jesus, the muffled moans, barely heard above Fleetwood Mac, are enough to make anyone hot.....except us gals. We are all thoroughly pissed at Barbie by this time. Lusty keeps growling at passing cars. It's going to be a long weekend.

Goddess, I can't take this crap anymore....take me home...