“Look at those bazooms, would ya?” The man pushing Kris stood in front of half-a-story-tall poster of Dolly Parton Tonight! Live at 7:00pm! written across the bottom. Her blond hair shone platinum in the black and white photograph.
Tonight! Live at 7:00pm!“Bet you’d like her.” The Tilta-Whirl-man pushed Sher’s face in front of Dolly’s breasts. “Huh?” He pushed the knife tip deeper.
Sher did not cringe, the way he’d expected.
“I asked you a question, girl.”
Sher said nothing. Her T-shirt grew heavier with blood. It stuck to her skin.
He pressed Sher’s face into Dolly’s breasts.
“Huh?” He squeezed her neck.
Sher stared at the c***k in the singer’s cleavage. Dolly’s skin looked like cream. Like her dream.
“I asked you a question,” the man said.
The other man laughed. “C’mon, Jer.”
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