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Ass Rammers II-
Ram to Kill!

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Copyright 2010 by J. Manque All rights reserved

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the Pink Lady he’d been holding with pinky extended when he answered the door. The glass shatters. The little paper umbrella that had been its elegant crowning glory rolls across the floor until Snuggles, his Siamese cat, pounces on it.

“Still lookin’ for it,” his sergeant adds. “They usually turn up in bowling ball racks.”
“So there’s a chance it can be reattached?” Alex asks hopefully.

“Moving along, you don’t happen to own a Chinese sword, do you, Sir?” the detective asks.

“Where it always is,” Alex says, pointing without looking as people so often do, “above the fireplace.” “There’s nothing above your fireplace,” the
detective, who did take the time to look, informs him.

“Except some kind of weird-ass sex gizmo,” the sergeant adds, inclining his head towards a chrome plated baseball bat sized device festooned with dozens of high pressure metal tubes and fittings, an equal
number of knobs and switches, and one large red
button. “What the hell is that?”
“Until tonight I was an Ass-Rammer,” Alex tells them, a tear running down his cheek. “That was my first ramming stick.”
“So, is that thing hydraulically operated or what?” the sergeant asks.

The detective sighs while giving his sergeant a look.

“I’m only interested in the Chinese sword.” “But it’s not there,” Alex says.

“Except who?”
Alex turns his head and bites his tongue. “Mr. Chin, my maid. He liked to watch, but... she was so jealous.” “Mr. Chin?” the sergeant asks.

“Why, my live-in transgender Chinese housegirl,” Alex says. “And don’t tell me that’s politically
incorrect. That’s how he himself describes herself... that, too. He doesn’t want to be called a girl all the time because she still has his weenie.”
“Were they having a sexual relationship as well?” the sergeant asks.

“Drop that head! He’s mine,” a voice shrieks from behind them.

All the heads in the room pivot towards the voice, except Wilbur’s. The maid, in blood splattered geisha makeup and plum kimono, menaces them with a bloody Chinese sword.

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“Which one?” the sergeant asks, reaching lazily for his gun.

the doorman opens the brass and glass doors the
detective holds his arm out to prevent his sergeant from exiting. “Mr. Chin’s body is about to come crashing down to the pavement,” he warns.

High above they hear the sound of breaking glass, and a scream approaching like a speeding steam
locomotive’s whistle, and with a tremendous splat-like sound similar to a small sea-lion belching, Mr. Chin lands at their feet amidst a cascade of tinkling broken glass. Red blood spreads slowly, ruining the expensive silk kimono he no longer has any use for, except to hide his tiny little penis that he never could afford to have professionally removed, but which Alex Rimmen will do gratis in a few minutes so as to have a souvenir of the only fight he’s ever won.

Detective Rock pulls his collar up against the cold.

“Fog’s rolling in,” he says. “It’s going to be a busy night. The weirdos all come out when the fog’s in.” “Hey, Boss, shouldn’t we go back for the body... and the head,” he asks, looking over his shoulder.

It was inspired by a conversation on a Fetlife forum about the rather ‘enthusiastic’ names some publishers give their eBook erotica. With the portable electronic eBook still somewhat of a novelty as this is written, many people want a demonstration when they see one. One Fetlife user was worried someone would notice the kinky titles she had on hers, titles which can’t be edited and can’t be hidden on her machine. I came back with a comment, something like, ‘It’s hard to play innocent when the first book listed on your Kindle is ‘Ass
Rammers of the Kinkydrome.’ It was a title too good to

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