Ok! Ok! already, I know that Erica was not from Transylvania, but I couldn't find another place that would rhyme properly, yes and I know Erica did not carry a gun, but she did lurk in an area in earshot of gun-fire. So to get to the point of all this, having had her wicked way with Lara, it was only right and proper that I join in the melee of mayhem. As you all know, I cannot resist the allure of a tarty, brassy girl clad in the garb of a common prostitute! My local barber/ kebab shop owner, Stelios, has a whole collection of this kinky clobber in his garden shed that he sells to all his clients. He calls it, "Something for the weekend, boss?" and moves it by the truck load. Worryingly most of it is second hand and in tatters and much of it has suspicious stains on it, in fact the whole lot should be shoved in a washing machine on a boil wash for a couple of days. Anyway, as members will see, I leapt upon Erica and ravaged her on the spot!
