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Invisible Ink's RED SOLE Diary " The Tickling disgRACE- part 2 of 4 "

Invisible Ink

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Part two, the ocean BLUE


As the women drove their dust covered luxury cars into the parking lot parked special, the fans raised their lazy butts off the seats and begin clapping and hooting. Mostly perverted men are in these sorts of crowds today, but who cares? Money is money. The choppers following the action both found a safe landing position and came to the ground. The camera crew needed a well deserved rest and the choppers look gas thirsty. As the women exit their vehicles, we see a few of them staggering back and forth as if to be in a state of tickle shock. Carie tries to keep her game face on as she waves to the crowd and smiles.

A new announcer is in place here at the second stop on their wave towards the finish line. A young D.J. by the name of Mary Huntin' is addressing the crowd and will be doing the play by play as we move into the speedboat portion of this wacky race. This of course means that the women need to be in their best looking bathing suits and lathered in sunscreen before proceeding. A sheltered lounge is waiting for the beautiful women now. Let's give them their privacy while they change...


-Inside the lounge-

You didn't think I was being serious did you? Please!

The six women walk into a plush and comfortable looking showering and resting area especially for them. Several massage therapists are waiting to rub and squeeze the stress of the race out of these women, but first, a shower...

Carie was the first to strip down. She pulled off her fully corporate label riddled body suit with a pull of the zipper just between her 34c sized melons. Her long brown hair was pulled back and tied off into a ponytail as she let the suit sort of slide down her body and fall to her knees.
She wasn't wearing any underwear ladies and gentlemen.

The dragon lady somehow slipped right past Carie and walked fully nude into the showering quarters. She was followed by that bitch in the blue car who for some weird reason decided to wear a little two piece bathing suit into the showering area.

Megan and Ms. Pink were having a private discussion in the locker area as the other girls showered.

!!BAMM!!!

Kim's head was slammed into the locker as her body recoiled in a clumsy fall from Megan's mighty thrust. They were both in bra and panties and apparently weren't thrilled with each other at the moment.

"I guess you figured I'd let this one slide huh?" She said as she reached down and grabbed Kim by the hair and her bra.

Without much warning, pink used those powerful and sexy legs of hers to grab and then crush Megan's ankle until she collapsed with a whining squeal of defeat. She ended up falling backwards and then head over heels on the other side of that bench she just fell over. It was a horrible twist of bad luck for Megan as she had little time to time to react before Kim planted her thong clad rear end over her face and grabbed both her ankles tight. She squeezed her ass cheeks to smoosh Megan's face deeper into her butt as she giggled and playfully taunted her former attacker.

"Let me slide huh? I'm afraid your pea sized brain had it a little mixed up. Are you hearing me under there?!!" She shouted, bouncing her nearly naked ass up and down on her face and further humiliating her opponent.

She sort of mumbled out a yes as she attempted to wiggle free.

"Now you listen up and realize the importance of what I'm saying!" Kim scolded her subdued friend.

"If you ever try a stunt like that out there during our race again, I promise to make sure you’ll never race again. And I'm not taking about telling the authorities, I'm talking about far worse conclusions..." She smiled.

"Maybe I'd start by slicing off a few of the fingers from each hand. Or, maybe you'd lose both hands all together. Either way, I always get my way. if you hide from me, I'll sleep with a few F.B.I. agents and have them find you for me. Try to seek revenge on me, and I'll hunt you down like an elk and add your head to my trophy wall." She explained to the mumbling ass muncher beneath her.

Kim slowly lifted her butt off Megan's red face and then helped her off the floor, but only to slam her against the lockers behind her and bring her face less then two inches away from her own.

"You didn't think I was going to let you slide, did you...." She said as she forced Megan into a deep French kiss, pulled away and licked her face up and down, and then pushed her head back and left the room.



-All is LOUD on the waterfront-

The crowd was just begging to get this thing started. They were getting restless and harder to keep contained to the bleachers overlooking the Sandalic Ocean. Six sinister and fully sponsored speedboats bounced up and down against the waves of the ocean as they waited patiently for their mistress. Before the Bikini-clad racers came into view, the announcer recapped the current stats and gave us the highs and lows of the race thus far. She explained that TickleTortureClips.com’s racer, Megan, was currently planted in the first place.

"Following closely behind her ass is Kim from Pretty On Pink Lingerie! She is holding steady to second place as we move into phase two of this race." Mary explained.

She then turned the audience's attention to the giant screens in front of them as they started rolling footage from the intense BMW race through the deserts of SoleWood Valley.

The others weren't trailing too badly but if they didn't clean up their acts during this boat race, someone was bound to be eliminated this round. Plus, if the crashing waves of the ocean and the dirty rotten moves from their opponents didn't get them, our hidden group of sadistic ticklers would surely find a way.

Speaking of which, those lunatics were very busy themselves! They too were also preparing themselves for part two of this race. Oh, that questioning fellow that got pumped full of holes was formally in charge of tickling the yellow car driver, but since it seemed that he wasn't "breathing" anymore, the yellow car was given to Ms. Tragic. She now had two drivers to torment. She was now in charge of both the pink and the yellow driver's insanity levels. This wasn't good for either driver, but excellent for us!

"Are we ready to see these ladies get wet!?" Mary shouted as the crowd erupted with cheers.

She smiled at the crowd and starting clapping her hands together and laughing.

"Then help me welcome them back to the race!"

As she said this, the six lovely ladies walked down the glowing red catwalk towards where their boats were waiting. Each had chosen a little bikini for this leg in the race. It went perfectly with the water boat theme and had been prearranged to work this way. The suits each racer wore displayed several visible icons referring to the sponsors that had paid to get them there in the first place. In one example, Megan from TickleTortureClips.com was wearing a sterling silver two piece bikini that left little ( if anything at all..) to our imaginations. The lower portion of the suit was a silver thong, which had somehow become lost within the cheeks of her butt. She had huge breasts that jiggled up and down as she strolled towards the boats.

The ocean seemed somewhat comfortable at the moment and the weather couldn't have been better. It was just a tit past noon now, and the sky above was nearly completely clear with the exception of a few fluff clouds that hovered lazily across the sky. There was a little chill in the wind, but nothing when compared to what was considered normal around these parts.


The bets were placed, the crowd was pumped up, and the choppers were filled with gas and ready to go. This portion of the race would push the limits of security and challenge their tolerance for fear. The water can be beautiful and mesmerizing, but it can also fill your lungs with water and make you into a plump little snack for some of the more dangerous sea life. The boats were rigged with those horrible tickling panels once again, and this time the women were in bikinis!

The lunatics would have more then their share of nude flesh to search for ticklish spots. To make matters worse, each boat had an oddly designed seat that forced driver's to actually kneel and steer. The console, or **** pit if you will was like a little upright tunnel standing about four feet off the deck of the boat. The steering wheel was placed in the center of this tunnel looking seat, and there were red cushions lying where the knees of the driver would be. The legs from the thighs downward mysteriously disappeared into darkness. They were just two dark holes and were quite intimating to even look at.

Where did your legs go when you shoved them in?

What about your bare feet??

The dangers involved in these race was exactly what made it the most unique and entertaining race to watch. People came in from all over this planet just to catch a glimpse of the real women and then watch the rest of the show from the eyes of the choppers. But to some, this was simply something you had to see in the flesh to get the full experience. Huge fans like Captain Socks in the first row of the second set of bleachers was currently getting a one-on-one interview with Mary Huntin in regards to his love and devotion to this insanely competitive and strangely perverted sport.

"You came all the way from Canada to be here today?" Mary asked with a smile.

The Capt. smiled and tipped his torn up and old looking Pirate hat towards the lady.

"You are absolutely correct my love. I wouldn't miss this race for the keys to Davy Jone's Locker says I!" He spouted off before gulping down another throat full of Jack Daniels.

A few yellow bubbles sort of floated casually around the Capt.'s head as he spoke to the Blonde beauty.

"What is it about the race that turns you on the most? The action? The speed? Or is the danger involved?" She asked seriously.

He smiled crooked and replied with dignity...

"The asses and the ticklin'! ((Burp)) I love see a wigglin' rear and watchin' her try to drive while getting tickled is super fun Broham!!" He shouted, nearly tipping over on his chair.

"I see. Hmm, well if that' what drags you out here, couldn't you have just rented a porno or just watched the even on television?" Mary asked, sounding a little confused.

"Are you kidding? And miss the free Seadogs and French Flounders they give you at the door?! Bitch, you're drunker then I, says I..." He shouted before falling flat on his face limp and motionless.

Mary looked up at her camera crew and smiled.

"We'll be right back after these messages from our sponsors."


Commercials galore at an event of this size were normal, but the suddenly changing weather and ocean condition was something nobody had expected. Huge waves ranging from heights as tall as sixteen to twenty four feet high suddenly began crashing against the changing tide in the distance. A huge cruise ship that was stationed near a chain of tropical islands was forced to call everyone aboard and get the fuck out of there before things got any worse! The size of that cruise ship was a staggering 500 feet tall and nearly triple that in length, and those waves were rocking in back and forth as if it were a tug boat!

As the racers boarded their vessels, the fear and anxiety on their pretty faces was more then obvious. In fact, they might as well have had neon arrows pointing to their trembling faces with headings like:

"Scared Shitless"

and..

"Just wet her panties. again"


"The ocean is growing more and more dangerous as we speak, and I for one think this race should be cancelled!" Mary shouted to the crowd.

An angered crowd fired several hundred Boos and F yous all at once as she stated her opinion. Even a few of the racers started wiggling their arms like chicken wings at the nervous announcer.

Despite the feeling of discontent with her opinion, she immediately grabbed a cell phone and called Grey Fox. He was the head of race security and safety, and was a personal friend of hers. Formally serving as a member of I.T.F ( Impossible Task Force ) and being a paid bodyguard to the highest ranking general in our army, Grey Fox ended up retiring with flying colors. He was actually on the pooper when Mary called him, but even during doodie, he always answered when "duty" called...

"Mary! Hello my dear!" He said with a slight whine in his voice.

"Fox! I'm so glad I caught you in time! You've got to cancel the race!" She shouted with relief.

"I uh, wait a minute, what was that now??!" He asked politely.

"I said you must cancel this race! There’s no time to waste Fox!" She explained.

"CANCEL THE RACE?! What in god's name for my dear?" He asked.

"The weather is making the ocean completely unsafe for this race Fox! Its way too dangerous today, you simply must stop it!" She pleaded.

He scratched his head and thought. Images of the racers being swallowed by the sea and the bad media attention it would drag into this popped up in his head.

This wouldn't be an easy decision for him. Safety was his highest regard for this event and he wasn't about to forget that.

Then, the images of the several personal bets he had riding on this event started popping up...

"Ah, a little wind won't hurt anyone sweetie. Race on!" He said happily as he clamped his phone off.

Mary frowned and crossed her arms as she grabbed the microphone and stared out towards the violent ocean waves in the distance.

She wasn't ready to give up on these women just yet. Their safety was worth just one last chance. She climbed quickly down the ladder beneath her announcement booth in her little red mini skirt and matching halter top and ran barefoot towards where the six women were boarding their boats. They were so busy waving to the crowd and yelling at each other, Mary had to shout at the top of her lungs just to get their attention.

"Ladies! Don't do this!! Pull back! Pull back!!"

They were already kneeling in their speed boats...

Too late...

To the surprise of the racers, heavy self-buckling clamps made themselves comfortable on their bodies as they clamped around the waist, thighs, and each of their ankles! The starting line was made of floating pink and blue floating balloons that were held to the ocean floor with little anchors.

A robot stood with confidence at the edge of a dock nearest the speedboats and gave a heartfelt salute to both the racers and the insane crowd.

The crowd shouted with excitement as the robot pulled a flare gun from his left thigh and then raised his arm towards the sky. The racers were ready, and at the shot of that gun, they'd begin on their fifty seven mile race through the disturbed waters of the Sandalic Ocean.

3...
2...
1...

!!BooM!!!


The green flare shot high into the sky as the robot pulled the trigger. That's it! The race begins now!! Motors kicked up huge trails of fresh saltwater as they sped off towards the finish line in the distance. The robot lowered his arm and began waving to the kids in the crowd when a giant wave came up and shoved him off the dock and into the blue waters to his shocking dismay. Mary's eyes widened as she saw another wave coming towards their location.

"RUN!!!!" She shouted to the crowds as the wave picked up pace and approached.

The choppers lifted off a little early in light of the water's conditions and immediately sped after the racers. They were safe, but what about the rest of those people?? Just behind the two huge, drive-in movie sized monitors was the foamy top of a wave the size of Godzilla. As it grew in size, Mary turned towards her booth and jumped for the ladder. The wave grew larger then the screens and finally got the attention of several crowd members. Mary climbed fast and steady up the wooden planks of that ladder as the huge waves covered the twin screens and engulfed both bleacher stands. The entire area was collected by the water and pushed in the opposite direction like spraying ants with the garden hose.

Mary felt the water hitting her legs as she pulled her body into the booth and slammed the trap door shut. The water level hadn't reached her height and for now she was safe.

As for the racers, the ocean's violent temper was having its wave with their boats. Pretty on Pink's boat was actually soaring through the air between two different waves as we speak. It looked as if the waves were having a little game of "go catch" among themselves. Carie watched in disbelief as Kim flew across her horizon several times before watching the entire boat go underwater and disappear from sight.

She then turned her attention to the strange feelings around her shoulders. Two plastic and dull hooks came out from hidden panels in the boat and raised her arms by her biceps. This forced her to steer with her elbows directly in line with the top of her steering wheel. This also left both of her shaven armpits available for a little ticklish exploring...

The lunatic working Carie at the moment smiled as she flipped the switch and pressed the icon displaying a woman's breast and underarm. A panel below Carie's knee opened and a little metal tray attached to a robotic arm raised from the floor. On that tray was a little tree frog made of metal and copper. It had big bug eyes that appeared to be closed at the moment and looked very much like a morning cartoon character.

She stared at it in confusion as she veered left on the wheel and pulled her boat out of way of another giant crashing wave! The water splashed down hard against the boat and showered her from head to hips as she steered right and avoided another.

Suddenly, the frog's eyes opened...

Without warning, the toy frog's metallic mouth popped open wide and out fired two long wires attached to big suction cups in the color of red. It looked like the frog's tongue. The suction cups shot out and then clamped down against the bare skin of Carie's armpits.

"OOOhh!!" She shouted in discontent. Her eyes wandered towards the source of the bizarre gel-like feeling against her armpit.

She watched in horror as a huge clump of something started pushing it's way through that thin red tube towards where the suction cups had landed. It was like seeing a snake swallow an Ostrich egg or something! Whatever the fuck it was, she didn't like it.

Carie pulled desperately at the little hooks holding her arms up, but she couldn't overpower them.

Meanwhile, our beautiful warrior in the Pink boat was having quite a time keeping her eyes on the water as the soles of her bare feet were slowly raked with plastic forks and little detailing brushes that seemed to be hooked to a rotating belt of some kind. She couldn't pull her feet through those holes, but boy was she trying!

"Hha HAHA ha haeha No!! I jhahae ahehaea I just had a PEDICURE!! ha aeh AEHA hE eH plEASE!! pLEASE STOP!!!!" She begged as she tried watching the waves and avoiding the heavy current of the water.

Megan in the Silver boat saw that her opponent was having some trouble with her boat and decided it was now or never. She had to eliminate this bitch from the race once and for all. Using everything she had, she turned her boat towards Kim's and started lining herself up with it. Side by side, they both hit the same wave and were tossed into the sky.

With a heavy splash, they landed into the ocean and were once again side by side. Megan turned to her opponent and tried getting her attention.

She noticed that Kim was laughing hysterically and was barely holding the steering wheel as she threw her head back and cackled like a fool.

"AHha Aah aeh Ahe no more!! ahehae aehHehae Ehe PLEASE NO more!! HAHEA EAHE haehae I beg!!! I beg!!!" She shouted.

Using her incredible boating skills, Megan was able to actually get behind Kim's boat and then come up along her other side! From here, she'd be able to control the boat a little easier with a few pushes and shoves.

She noticed what this lunatic was up to, but the foot tickling was too hard to ignore. She curled her toes and fought against the urges to laugh as she slowed down and got behind the Silver ship.

Megan glanced behind her and cursed in anger as she sped up in an attempt to escape from her opponent. Just then, things got a little worse. She hadn't anticipated the possibility of her own body being tickled. She knew there was always that chance that maybe some racers wouldn't get tortured while others were tickled relentlessly. Not the case in this disgRACE! She suddenly felt the presence of a little dusting machine near her inner thighs and womanhood. It had six heads attached to the center piece and a pair of little red eyes just under the first two heads.

This piece hardly looked like it was designed to clean anything, except for maybe a swollen clit or a very ticklish anus. Each of the seventeen different pedals attached to the head were made of clear latex and were fitted with several thousand vibrating nozzle attachments. Just one head alone had the power to make a woman mildly ticklish in that area to go seriously insane and literally beg for her life. Poor Megan was about to find out just how that felt. A pair of scissors attached to a robotic arm extended towards the sides of her thong bikini bottoms and prepared to give them a little snip...

-Meanwhile, to her direct North-

"No!! No ahahea HAE AEHA aaheaehaa eaeah HAHEA EAHE ehae UNCLE!! UNCLE!!! UNCLEHAHE AE AHEAHEHA!" Carie shouted as held the wheel with trembling hands and quivering arms.

She trembled nervously as the waterfall of girlish giggles erupted out of the pits in her stomach. Another hideously huge wave crashed itself against her boat and tossed her like a skipping stone across the ocean. That lump traveling down the frog's tongue turned out to be a special tickling gel designed by SinusCorp. in the late eighties. It was pulled from the shelves of Sex stores across the nation when the ingredients in this Tickle Gel offered effects that most of the buyers didn't want to deal with. It was supposed to be a gag gift, but this shit actually worked! In fact, the effect would last for days. You'd feel as if thousands of little spiders were running in circles on the skin you applied the gel to at incredibly speeds. The effect was too effective and lasted way too long.

Carie's armpits and the sides of her body were dripping with the pink gel at this point! The lunatic woman controlling her panel was absolutely loving this scene. She was confident that Carie would not last this round.

Dragen’s Tattoos and that bad tempered chick steering the boat were cruising through the ocean waters as if the waves didn't even exist. She had plenty of experience out in the open seas and found this current challenge to be quite the cake walk. Unfortunately, the panels in her boat had malfunctioned and the tickling machines were unable to get a chance at her. It was quite disappointing for the lunatics...

"Dragen Tattoos has taken the lead at this point.. uhh... ((Glancing around with his binoculars)) I'm seeing another ship in the distance here.." The reporter on the chopper explained as they followed closely with the action.

Another racer perhaps?

Not exactly....


A giant Pirate ship was coming towards the six spread out racers from the distance. It seemed as if it was carrying the brunt of the storm with it as the ship glided through the waters. Candy apple red was it's color and nothing but evil was it's crew. The Statue of a woman wrapped in bondage at the ship's front pointed towards their current destination. The Captain of this horrible ship was standing on deck and smiling. He peered through a telescope with his one good eye while a tattooed woman kneeling before him slurped and sucked on his ugly penis.

"I want one of those!" Captain Kruel shouted to his crew as he pointed towards the racers.

They almost all immediately headed towards the Teenager Trapper just below the main deck and prepared the giant claw for yet another hunting adventure. In the background of this overhead shot, we see the former Pop Princess Jilly wearing nothing but a chastity belt and a collar as she nervously mops the deck. Her bare feet have since been tattooed and all of her expensive toe rings are gone. Her hair looks dirty and matted as if it hadn't been washed in weeks. Her body still looked healthy with her tanned skin and soft curves, but she definitely had the look of pirate's prisoner as opposed to a top selling teeny pop idol.

Angelica and the blue boat were now coming up on Dragen’s Tattoo's ship as if they had something to prove.

Pretty on Pink was trailing behind and trying her hardest to keep herself together as the ocean shoved another series of waves and unstable water patches against her. She tried looking for anything resembling a camera and started pleading and begging her unseen torturer to please give her a well deserved rest.

"Aaaaahhh!! Hah qaehaehahe.. ::snorting:: Ha hea H AHAHAA AAHhahea Please!! If you stop now I'll make it worth your while! HAHA HEHE AAHEA!! HA!! hahea ehaea please listenahahanooo!! No not there!! ahehae aeha aheae My feet!! ahehae ah my FeEt!!! ahehae ahehaehae ahaea My little piggies!! hashea eahea why!!? Why me!!!?? " She shouted at every angle she could think of.

This opportunity was perfect for Yellow Teeth Candies to reach out and steal third place from the dreaded and dangerous Ms. Pink Pussy as she laughed and cackled like a fool. Emily in the driver's booth was actually having the cheeks of her rear end dreadfully tickled and the toes of her right foot sucked and slurped on by several little machines. She was crying and laughing and begging like the rest of these brave women, but she was not going to let it ruin her performance out here. She had to prove to herself that she could simply laugh in the face of difficult challenges and show them who’s boss. She was a strong woman in her private life and was always giving to her community. She worked as a Personal Trainer for the local College Cheerleading squads, and was a member of the Solewood Town Council. She also loved candies and when this race came forth, she wrote a letter to Yellow Teeth Candies.com and asked if they'd sponsor her in this race. As you can tell, they agreed.

But as she sped past Ms. Pink Pussy with all her might, something terrible and unexpected suddenly happened to Emily and her ship.

!!CruncH!!!

A huge metal claw flew through the sky and barely skimmed the surface of the ocean from out of nowhere!! With a heavy thud and the sounds of shattering fiberglass, the claw clutched an unbreakable grip around the rear of Emily's speedboat. The impact alone smashed both of her Yamaha Engines and ripped the fiberglass material of the rear to shredded wheat.

"What the hell??!!" She shouted in shock as her boat stopped moving. The water was already filling the new holes in the boat and Emily could feel it sinking already. She climbed towards the nose of her Yellow speedboat and threw her arms desperately in the air as if to be rescued.

The choppers sort of hovered around her, but nobody did a single thing to help this poor woman. She was in real trouble here...

"Fucking HELP me you cowards!! Please!! "She shouted at the hovering vultures.

The massive red pirate ship slowly broke through the eerie fog that seemed to cluster around the base of the ship as it came to claim its prize. Emily gazed upwards and then higher and higher as she started to see just how enormous this terrible looking ship truly was.

She turned again to the hovering choppers and threw her arms in the air and shouted for help.

"PLease!! Please help me!!!" She shouted as the Pirate ship floated closer and closer.

The choppers got a few more shots of the ship, then turned away and chased the other racers without even a seconds worth of hesitation. She was left there to die just so Joe Q public would get a few better shots of the intensive race as it came down to the last few miles.

Emily whined and held desperately to the ship as sharks started floating around her boat. She couldn't jump out in fear that she'd be eaten alive.

The huge chain attached to that massive metal claw was being slowly detracted back into an open cabinet beneath the ship's main deck. It looked dark and filled with small red candles. The smell of sex and perverted games filled her nostrils as she slowly disappeared into the ship itself.

The sounds of demonic laughter could be heard throughout the ship as the cabinet doors closed.
--------


"It appears that we've lost a racer Alvin." The chopper reporter explained to the other one.

The other chopper was actually flying low and chasing the winning boat as Dragen’s Tattoos flew past the finish line!

"One down and five to go!" He replied.

The other reporter shook his head in disgust and groaned.

"Jesus Al, don't you care that someone was just kidnapped and we did absolutely nothing to help her!?" He asked with anger and embarrassment.

Alvin was busy flossing his teeth and adjusting his collar just seconds before they would be broadcast live on the air as the race moved into the Third phase.

"If you don't feel up to this Jim, I'll present the winners in this segment." He said back through their connecting mics.

"Yeah, whatever makes you feel better..." He said as he clicked off his mic. He was feeling sick with guilt at this point. He couldn't even look at himself right now. Why the hell didn't he do something to save that poor woman.

"Hello folks and welcome back to Serious Stats! I'm your host Al Faction." He said. Alvin and Jim were the hosts of this racer-follow up program. They worked with all sorts of backwater sports and bizarre events like this one. In normal broadcasts, Alvin served as Jim's co-host.

His face appeared on the dual big screens near the empty Airplane bunker that now served as a concert stadium for several thousand fans of amazing aerial racing. It appeared that six planes were waiting and ready for the lovely ladies and the skies above would serve as their track. This was in fact the most dangerous portion of this ticklish race due to the fact that they'd be cruising steady at an easy 23,000 altitude for most of the race.

But first, here are the stats from the last part...

Ivy, driving for Dragen Tattoos is in the lead...
Megan, driving for TickleTortureClips.com and Bottom's up beer are tied for second...
Kim, driving for Pretty on Pink Lingerie is third and looking strong...
Carie, driving for Sweetheart Pastries is in a terrible last place...


Emily, driving for Yellow teeth Candies has been eliminated from this race..




"That's the Stat Attack for you ladies and gents. I know where my money is for Part three, but you ask me, I'll have no idea what you're talking about." He smiled and waved to the camera.

"This is Al Faction for Channel 67 Sports News."
 
Hmmmmmmm. Verrrrrry interesting! Perfect timing for the sleazy pirate to show up. Always wondered what happened to the Britney wanna be. Once again looking forward to the next installment. Will be interesting to see who else pops up.
 
damn Inky you never fail to amaze me with your imagination and creativity, not to mention humor as always.. little red riding hood, an izzy and ink production? lolol love it.. and a tit past noon, a **** seat, on the pooper, taking a doodie.. never heard it called that before.. as you know i'm rooting for Kim.. can't wait to read more of this excellent series, my friend..and so honored to have collaborated with one of the best writers on this forum.. :bowing: :bowing: :bowing: :bowing: :bowing: :bowing: :bowing:
 
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