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Somewhere on that highway is a young couple that can help me, help me get

back to a normal, average existence.

You see, I'm married to a problem.

I'm married to a sun goddess.

Yeah, that's what a doctor likened her to, sun goddess.

She soaks up this energy, vibrancy from the sun, and her surplus dexterity is

going to leave me a broken-down physical wreck.

Her sensitive skin filters through the vitamin C content from the sun and

provides her with the equal of a half ton of orange juice a day.

The doctor calls it osmosis.

I call it an ordeal.

So what does she do with all that pent-up energy?

Well, she lays it on me.

She's some kind of wonder woman, and I'm her plaything, and I've got to slow

down.

It's partly my fault.

My inherent weakness is I can't resist her.

That's why I married her.

But I need someone else to absorb her cravings.

I'm like a sexual victim.

It was a difficult decision to call in another man, but I had no success trying

to keep her out of the sun or at least clothed and shielded with helpful rays.

So as an expert, I've decided to import help.

I hope they're on their way.

And I hope it'll all work out.

My story.

This is my story. I can't stand as an overheated bitch that can't get enough.

And blames it on some kind of biological razzmatazz.

Oversexed because she's too healthy.

What am I?

Undernourished? Anemic?

This beautiful bearded devil does not think so.

My boyfriend, Buck, we're known for parting and being very realistic about

romance.

Kind of broad-minded, you know.

Because whatever one of us does, the other is always present.

Can't be classified as cheating.

Anyway, Buck got this phone call about some sort of sun worshiper.

Seems she's too healthy for her own good, and she's killing her old man.

Well, Buck loves a challenge. So do I.

And we're looking forward to meeting poor, unfortunate Mary Jane Sunflower

Seed, or whatever the hell she is.

So come along for the ride. You're invited.

But make no mistake, I love Buck.

He's the most exciting man I've ever known.

When he just touches me.

My speedometer goes up to 100 miles an hour.

I've been running with Buck for over a year now, and he always keeps things

moving. The thrill of being involved with someone new adds to the excitement

that we feel for each other.

Oh, Buck.

Bucky, babe.

Whoever you're meeting better consider herself lucky.

Rest.

Rest. Maybe I can rest.

Catch up on what's happening in the world.

No time. No time for anything anymore except... Oh no.

Not again.

The sun is warming her.

Bathing her with all its aphrodisiac powers.

I've got to resist.

Hold on somehow.

Oh, no strength.

Oh...

How well she knows my weak spot.

She's trying to stimulate me again.

She knows how.

Knows the key to get what she wants.

Never ceasing.

Never ceasing draining me.

I can't surrender.

Not again.

Oh.

Oh, but she's so beautiful.

Makes me so weak and woozy.

I do believe she is nature's finest work.

Too late now.

I'm being swept away again.

My heart doesn't even beat fast anymore. Hang on.

Don't pass out now.

Can't faint.

Can't faint.

These people are supposed to arrive. Got to be sharp. Got to see if I like them.

God, she's devouring me.

Like a lapdog that's been on the trail.

Her breasts.

That's what catches the sun. I know it.

Like two great radar receivers. She's getting that solar food and she's

destroying me.

Those strong thighs.

Queenly face.

Flesh that draws me like a magnet.

Nothing can dent her.

This Amazon.

I shouldn't have called for a man to help me.

I should have called for an army.

So, we've got a rendezvous with someone special.

Well, we think we're special, and at the rate we're going, we may never get

there.

Buck wants to use his everything on me, and the way I feel, I don't want to

compete with his steering wheel.

Buck's going to free himself from this highway and free me from this want I

feel.

Oh, baby, find a spot.

Anyplace. Need you, babe.

Need you now.

I'm finished.

Is there no end to her cravings?

Look at her.

When no one touches her, she touches herself.

How much does she need?

Who can satisfy her?

Where are they?

She's getting more sun, I'm afraid.

Somebody's got to calm her.

I just want to be a normal husband.

Somebody.

Somebody's got to bring calm to this house.

Where are they?

Ooh.

The way I feel now, I couldn't care if the Queen of England was waiting.

I need mine and I need it now.

Oh, touch me, Buck, all over. Do it.

Do me up good.

Let him wait.

Buck likes me naked.

He wants to have an island someday so I could be like this all the time.

He loves to see me needing him, wanting him.

Sometimes he can't.

Thank you.

I've got an idea.

Wrestle with her.

Tire her.

Maybe I can use up her energy.

Nah.

Nah, she enjoys it. She's like a playful pup.

Those sun-kissed breasts.

Nipples facing the sun.

storing up more solar heat.

The water seems to revive me a little bit.

Maybe if I... Maybe if I made love to her again, that would be enough. I'd

send these people away.

Maybe once more would do it.

I'm kidding myself.

I want her.

I want her for the sheer pleasure she gives me.

I'll call my darling again.

Why not?

Nothing's too good for her.

Oh, I shouldn't, but I'm being drained again.

Won't be able to function again this week.

I feel her against me.

So warm.

I'm her slave.

There once was a woman made strong from the sun.

After a while, it stopped being fun.

Like a Venus flytrap.

I'm drawn to her lap, embraced by her heat.

I admit defeat.

Until the next time when I can again reach out, refreshed maybe from a water

spout, lustful from her breasts that sprout.

And so, over and over, it'll happen again.

How weak we are, we things called men.

No, not she.

With juices inside like that of a tree, anyone can tell she'll outlive me.

Forever and ever she's made for love, fed by nature from the sun above.

Like a plant turns its leaves to the golden sea, my wife turns her body

always toward me.

The earth gets baked, mostly brown.

But she is a rainbow and I'm her clown of the entire universe.

She's an important piece and always upon her my eyes do feast.

Of all the flowers, there's none rarer.

I've made up my mind. I refuse to share her.

I'll be her slave till I go to my grave.

It'll probably be soon, but not at noon.

That's... when my sun goddess comes out to dance.

And I'll stick around for one last glance.

And if she should summon me to her beautiful frame, I'll caress her again

and play her favorite game.

Worship the goddess all day long.

Make her sing that satisfied song.

Touch her legs.

Kiss her mouth.

God, what would she be like if we lived down south?

With no winter's rest, cooling her breast, no chilling breeze to give

reprieve, constantly in her body would I be immersed.

Is there a way to fade a sunburst?

I worry about her when I see her.

Oh, Buck, what a manly mouth you have.

My succulent swinger.

Body, he's my little horsey. Giddy up, giddy up.

Oh, go, Bucky, baby.

Give me the best ride I ever had. Oh, take me around again. Sugar, sugar for

my horsey.

There wasn't much time.

Figured I'd wait down at the bottom of the drive and intercept these people.

Tell them I've changed my mind. Sure, they'll understand. Kind of thing like

this you're never positive about anyway.

Well, if they don't take it okay, well, then it's too damn bad.

My wife saw I do what I want.

Maybe they'll make it simple and just not show up.

Well, I'd better get down there just in case.

I left my darling.

hoping she'd work off some energy with the equipment I bought for her.

But I knew she'd keep her date with the sun.

Her true love.

We found the house and decided to come around the back way.

Buck was hoping to get a look at her first.

If she looked like a loser, we'd take off and forget the whole thing.

Because of what Buck had heard about her, that beautiful description and all

that, I had developed a real dislike for this woman.

Then we saw her, and she was everything they said she was, and more.

I wanted her first and fast.

I attacked.

She'd like me. I'd make her like me.

Maybe I'd exhaust her and Buck wouldn't have to get involved with her.

She's struggling.

I wonder, do we have the right house?

Oh, yes, she's the one all right.

Thick golden thighs, magnetic skin.

Can feel that strength under me, drawing me, propelling me onward.

ever grown fond of her.

The heat on my back and the warmth in my mouth.

I'm sandwiched in ecstasy.

She missed me when I left her for a moment.

I'll make up for it.

The minute that we were the only two people in the world.

When Buck decided he'd been on the sidelines long enough.

Can't keep a good man down.

Now she's really in for it.

found our island and we began groping for the pineapples now the two beards

meet and she becomes more demanding more frenzied could it be true about the sun

she's vibrating going up up in her passion

Thank you.

you

I gave up my post at the bottom of the hill, came back and thought my eyes were

playing tricks on me.

I was enraged and sickened. My baby was being used.

I tried to stop them, pleaded with my wife to listen to me, then that girl

introduced herself.

Her fingers gave a sensation to my body, but my mind was on my wife.

The second look confirmed what I'd suspected.

My wife was enjoying it.

She was testing these mere human beings.

It was too late to stop them. My original plan of another lover was being

employed. Now it better work.

Surprisingly, it stimulated me to see others touching her.

She looked so beautiful doing what she'd done.

And?

And I became swept away with the mood of a pirate.

Thank you.

Even Buck, who was somewhat foolish, admitted this by his action.

He brought her into the shade of the house.

He fawned over her as if she were his own discovery, a curio, a rare

jungle animal that would amaze the world of science, an animal that he had

captured but not yet conquered.

To give Buck more freedom, I lured the husband into the house.

Through his feeble attempts, I was reminded of her power.

The three of us, as if by instinct, were obsessed with one goal.

To put her fire out.

Yet her fever increased while Ayers lessened.

Gradually, I came to believe her husband's incredible claim.

That she did harbor a super passion.

ignited by sunshine.

Thank you.

what's upon a parlor like a girl so dreary i watched my lover weak and weary

trying to extinguish a perpetual flame and hoped for the downfall of this

unusual dame she took and she gave wanting more and more her

husband was brave but insecure now she lashes out using all her tools treats

us like weaklings they're mortal fools

We've broken the rules, but nothing can still her.

She's better simmer down, cause Buck's a killer.

Building within me was envy and hate.

Was I in danger of losing my mate?

Yet I can't forget when her claws dug into me.

I met my match in femininity.

She used her charms and ooze mystique with a luscious figure cut from Greek.

With slight perspiration, her body glows. Inside the room, the temperature

rose. Bodies writhed, limbs spread out, a ringside seat, a championship bout.

Reaching and loving everyone in motion, up and down like a turbulent ocean, she

maintained her poise. Only her hair was must.

There was no doubt.

She'd outlast us.

The man of the house, reduced to a mouse, better accept his fate.

His routine would be every moment of the day like being on a constant date.

What kind of life with that kind of wife?

Is this a way to live?

How can he rest to keep a job and a house when always expected to give?

Now she'll want others because all men are brothers.

This is his destiny.

She'll go through the nation offering temptation.