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[LOBO]

I drifted in an out of the Sodium Pentathol fog for what seemed like an inky black eternity.

Truth Serum is great stuff.

"Oh pleeeeeeeassee," I beg.

"Screw you," says Phoebe, tossing micro cassettes into a tiny waste bucket. "After eight doses, all I've got is two-and-a-half hours of tape tellin' me I've got a great ass and nice tits!"

"I promise I'll confess this time."

"Okay."
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Anonymous said…
After eight doses I think she needs to give up. Its obvious he is very intrested in her goodies but then again the man is intrested in every light skirt that walks. I think she needs to use the Jedi mind trick or a paddle to paddle his ass with for lying to her and saying I will call and didn't..ooops sorry that was another story not related to this one :)
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