“There! You’re wheezing again!” Bobbers said, shucking a peanut to chew on. The two legged broad he married cramped up mid routine too. “Oh Bobbers, don’t get your back hairs on end,” said Raulia combing out her thicket with the chipped painted nails of her disjointed fingers. “I just need a minute.” Bobbers feared his pills would soon be up if Raulia could not go through with putting all the bells and whistles to good use. Theatrics and drugs these days are the only way he can feign his manliness with her. Raulia, bluish to the lips, got her fingers up into her hair and limped a bit to Bobbers’ chair, slinging her thighs across his.