She has rested from her egg laying. Her hips now are wide once again to spew eggs in the vast warren of caves under the Palace. I saw her waddle from her car the other day, she looked full and fruitful. Her wide splendid hips moved with grace to the Palace gate where she entered.
The Jihad Party Boys have stopped their dance. They no longer Grunt-smack-smack-grunt. Their blankets are smeared in sweat and saliva. They bang at each other's hat boxes. Their heads down, they paw the ground and run into another Jihad with his hat box lowered and crash. Once they pick themselves up from the ground, they again rearrange the blanket with tassels at the end over their shoulders and hat box hit another Jihad Party Boy.
Drag Queen sits in the corner with a joint that she shares with the eunuch. They pass the roach back and forth until it's sweet smoke has gone out while they watch the Party Boys head butt. Drag Queen knows that they will soon topple the gate in their haste out into the wild of the alley where the Jihad Party Boys hunt begins.
The hat boxes tied to the Jihad Party Boys heads are beginning to break with the head butts. Soon the wood boxes will only be splinters splayed across the cement of the Bunker's outer courtyard. Their blankets will be thrown off and they will vault the wall of the Bunker in a desperate search.
The rains are coming, the event is drawing near. Drag Queen lights another joint and scratches her armpit before she passes the joint to the sleepy eunuch. Soon she will be rid of the Party Boys and go back to sleep with her eunuch massaging Drag Queen's tired feet and ass. Her job done at last.
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