Shortly after discovering Veronica Lake was a place and not a person, VasDeferens Mishima lays low, but hey, as long as he lays somebody.

In his new identity as N'Gai Japansex, Nigerio-Japanese spy, he stealthily enters the posh swank House of Lubrication.

Having tested the waters of sinners and angels, he now exclusively dates "Kikis", models with violin holes carved into their backs with a manta ray like the girlfriends of Man Ray.

Takes them out into fields maintained by immigrant artichoke farmers and other fashionable sodomies. Fieldfrenzy. Succor, indeed...Sookie Sookie, now!

Going' down for the chafing. Deep beneath the chafing dish. Glistening with friction's fructose, pink satin bras crinkling in the Ur-safesex soil, vines brushing brown nipples leaving gemma-nettles.

Cutworm squeals under the moonlight; hurt exhalations of cabbagemoth breath. Gets a grip in the patented Kiki holes, holds on for dear bronco.

Mishima grunts, sated. Smokes only his Satyr brand as she, like a satire broad, gathers her things about her, trudges back to the car.