Chapter EightShe made Denny strip naked as a jaybird and on the living room floor lay out over an old Close Encounters of the Third Kind beach towel. He was face up and in good proximity to the television. A goodly sum of Denny’s anatomy never got touched by so much as a hint of sunlight, so most of his body’s complexion was as white as toothpaste.The television was tuned to a far down the dial UHF channel showing Zapped! for its early afternoon movie. Scott Baio and Willie Ames at their ’80’s best. The delightful scene where Heather Thomas explodes out of her pink sweater had come and gone, so Denny had no trouble giving Uschi all his attention.Equally as naked as her man, Uschi sat close beside him. Her mighty porn star valkayre bazongas hovered pendulously over Denny like two green moons of decayed flesh. A heavy platinum lock of hair was gone rogue from the rest of her hairstyle and was hanging down over one eye and giving her a Captain Harlok half-face. Just for shit and giggles she got into his Hasbro action figure collection and balanced a WWF Honky Tonk Man, complete with guitar in hand, square in the center of his forehead.
