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Suddenly,
off to his right, Cobra caught a glimpse of another
"patrol" moving down the path towards Rachel and her
captives.
It
was Bin Llama himself, followed by about 50 of his men. They were
headed straight for Kiowa. Cobra called out to his loyal tiger,
imitating the sound an African Albino Mongoloid Seven Feathered
Blackbird made when alarmed.
Kiowa
heard his master's warning and froze where he was, tensing his paws
and legs. Kiowa was hardly even breathing he was being so quiet.
"Good
boy..." Cobra whispered to himself, amazed that such a large
cat could be so quiet and unseen.
"You
men, let Miss Greene go!" Bin Llama commanded, removing the
donkey pin he had pinned on his shirt. "Here, Miss Greene, take
this pin and we'll be officially going steady." Bin Llama
continued.
"I'd
rather suck a snake's rear end..." Rachel spat out, "...or
a water buffalo's horns, you creep."
"Why,
Miss Greene, that statement doesn't seem right coming from such a
beautiful mouth." Bin Llama countered, walking up to her
leering all the way. "Why, you should be nice to me. My men
have not seen a woman in a very long time. They might just want to
be friends..."
"I've
had lots of friends..." Rachel stated, ..."and I'll bet
you'll meet some of them very soon." Rachel straightened her
blouse and hair and looked Bin Llama straight in the eyes. "You
can keep your stupid pin too, it's just a donkey pin and no longer
means what it used to."
Bin
Llama's face grew bright red and Rachel couldn't tell if he was
embarrassed or mad. Bin Llama, looking right back at her, raised his
arm, revealing he had a picture in his hand.
When
Rachel saw what it was, she gasped and fainted dead away. Cobra,
still high in the tree, could see it also. He'd never seen lips that
big before...
Part
Three
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