"If you ask me, I say throw him to da dogs," came a second opinion and Duke Dom emerged from behind a very heavy velvet drape. "Yes, I am inclined to agree, Duke. Stingray - sister - come here - I have a pressie for you!" "Mr. Jackal, if I were you pal, I'd be hittin' the road, got me? Not that I wouldn't like to pound you with my silver knuckles, you..." "I see you are still here, stupid man," Stingray remarked, joining the audience in all her petite platinum glory. "Was my trouncing your backside once not enough? My, how you do like pain, my Carlito toy!" "Yeah, c'mon over here slave-boy, walk them chicken slave-legs right to Miss Stingray, shake them slave-assets, and sit at these ladies' gorgeous feet," Domenico jeered, thoroughly enjoying the show of humiliation Juan Carlos was prepared to make. Moans of jealousy were now coming from the cage. JC, cocking his head, replied, "My old girls, you haven't changed at all. You still truly believe that I would willingly - to honor and worship you or to make you laugh - be your clown. I'll tell you what, we can make a deal." Stingray's penciled eyebrow raised ever so slightly and she responded, "Go on then, doggie...start barking." "You see to it that your silly mutts do not cross my path...and that you tell no one about the affair of the dungeon...or how I used to like to dress up for you, either." "And we get in return?" the suspicious sisters asked in unison.    Text Copyright © 1999 - 2005 cybersybils.com All rights reserved.