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A solitary, glistening pearl unzipped her flowering labia as gravity coaxed it southward toward the curve of her binus. He watched it slip over the crest and come to rest among the radians of her sphincter, Earl did; and his heart sort of sank as it got trapped there. Soon, the surface tension of the pearl would break and then: the inevitable dispersion and evaporation process. Gosh dammit. She was thrown back on the bed in an ecstatic sort of pose, Suzanna was; arms flung back all wild-like amongst the covers, hands gripping stuff, all sort of twisted up, actually. Earl passed his tongue over his black, scummy teeth. Crouched down like a ketcher, like a baby doctor even, Earl laid a palm on her thigh, like for testin' a stovetop. Still warm. Yup. "Huh," Earl goes. "Kin a corpse's cunny git all drippy?" Gary sat on the couch like a lump. "That's residule, dummy. Like when they take shits and so forth. Fartin' corpses. Belchers. What not." "This is diff'ernt." "Nuh uh. Flesh just settles," Gary goes. "Welp, gasses and stuff, okay. But...yeah. I reckon fer a cunny to git drippy, she's gotta be horned up. Ya git me? It's not like there's a like bladder of pussy juice up there and it's just gonna empty it's own self, like what a butt might do upon expiration'." "Fine, man. Yer a real turn on. She's hot fer ya." "Google it, man. I'm for serious, here. I been watchin'. Either this little lady's hot to trot or somethin' ain't right." "You fuckin' google it, man. I ain't googlin' a god damned thing." "Fine, ya lazy god damned couch potater! I'll Web MD it or whatever. Shoot." Earl stomped off toward to the kitchenette. Gary just sat there. "Mr. freakin' Wizard. Why don't you jess pop 'er beave before she gets all stiff and stankin'." "Cock." "You got a frog in your throat, man?" Gary snorted over his shoulder, adding, "WebMD that, dicklicker." "COOOOOCK!" "I'm a go first you keep callin me that." "COOOOOCK!" "COOOOOCK!" "COOOOOCK!"