Walking among the trees of the park, just before the sun lowers below the horizon he notices a quick movement to his side, searching eyes catch a face peeking from behind a tree, a flat face... Yet with plenty of plastic shine for further excitement... even after the many adventures told from one ear to the next.

Young Rudy watches with wonder as this flame of his dances from behind the tree, "Judy!!!" he yells, his face bright enough to melt the very plastic that covers her body... her warm, moist, fluffy insides making all the right places fill out. He yells his offer while waving a pair of tickets, "wanna go to the rodeo in Calgary?" She runs to him saying sheepishly, "hi Rudy!!! Surprise!!!" Her voice changes to a deeper, wild pitch, "sure I wanna ride" as her light tackle sends him to the ground... much to her surprise making his insides shift to inflate more welcoming areas...and poor Rudy can see now that she has that look in her eye... that wanting.... needing... inflating desire to hear the sounds of plastic slapping, of rubber burning in a feisty moment of complete passion and fury.

Clothes slide off easy from the smooth wet skins they both share, revealing the manufactured beauty they are intend on ravaging.

Passersby take heed of the sudden activities and run for cover, not wanting to know what they see. Within the two inflated souls the air heats up, molecules building speed, sending shivers of wanton desire through skin growing softer by the heat of the moment.

Legs tangle together, hands explore as Rudy is reminded of a his father's advice in these matters, "son, walk among the hills, skip along the plains, tangle yourself in the bush as rough and tuff as you want, just make sure you make graceful your dive into the valley... And after you hit bottom.. head dazzled and body weak from smashing rocks, should you want this lady to keep... don't roll over and go to sleep." Poor Rudy wasn't given the chance to think much more.

Young Judy takes charge, tired of those cheap guys in clubs, and the cheap feels from the women as well... pressing Rudy down, she straddles him, eyes blazing into his returning gaze as she slips a thin length of hand made rope around his neck. She mounts him with a slight moan, settling slowly as she reaches for her ten gallon hat... holding tight to the strand of rope and whipping the hat around her head she begins the ride yelling, "buck ya purple headed bronco... I'm gonna break ya!!" Rudy obeys as all men in this position would... hips thrusting .. bucking her around, sometimes a few feet into the air rustlin the branches on trees. Yells of a wild man being tamed by a wilder woman mix with the screech of plastic rubbing together.. the smell of burning rubber gathering with the smoke around them. Judy's yells and yahoos build and climb until they both explode in such rage and release that the sound similar to balloons popping can be heard for miles away.

Judy acts quick, grabbing a wad of bubble gum stuck to a Coke can and patching the holes in each of them. She tells herself that next time she would read the warning label printed on her foot so that there isn't too much air pressure built up.

Deflated and spent bodies lay in the grass, waiting for a helpful soul to walk by and blow them…..up (you sick minded goof *grin*). Seeing no help they rise and Judy leads her newly tamed Rudy by the short rope to her place for some more excitement.....

--Rudy Doll (????)
Mon, August 31, 1998