“Wrench, do you think you can figure out how to hook Laveenstun’s shell up to the console?” Mathilda asked. They stood in the “Glitter and Grease’s” shop, looking over a medium sized ship.

Gilda was thrown into a pink tinted room. Anita Mann came in behind her and shut the door, turned the key, and put it between her breasts.

“Why are you doing this to us?” Gilda asked, sounding pitiful.

With the new year, I have promised myself to read more--and more independent authors especially.  My first two book choices were not very wise.  I ended up being disappointed in the style.  The sheer length of both previous works was daunting, and I didn't finish reading them.

“Anita Mann who thinks she’s right, but she’s Tso Wong/Tonight, yeah, baby/Tonight, yeah, baby,” the car’s speakers sang out.