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Insatiable 
Eve
by Eddie&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Eve returned from the grocery
store with the bread and milk she had been sent in to buy. She covered
her left nipple with the grocery sack. She wasn’t necessarily ashamed of
the safety pin that had been unceremoniously rammed through her erect nipple,
through Tee shirt and all, by her Master Foss. But, the way people stared
at her was sometimes unnerving. ‘So I’m a punker!’ She would think to herself,
in introspective reexamination of her appearance each time she would catch
someone giving her that look. She liked the way her shaggy hair was died
green and especially the way she had given it that special look by dying
the ragged fringe blood red. Or perhaps it was the eye makeup that would
get them? She thought her emerald green eyes looked “Right!”, immersed
in the hastily applied sea of black, charcoal eye smudge.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>