They sat in the moonlight. "
are you ready,
Christine?" he asked. "Yes" - she whispered.
He slowly slid off her shirt, unbuttoning her bra in one clean movement.
The moon shone down - revealing not nipples, but a pair of pepper knoppkers.
"Ew bitch" he exclaimed.
"what?" Christine asked, horrified.
"those are nasty I'm
going home."