[quote name='jawi876' date='Jan 28 2008, 09:59 AM' post='1530575']
Tradee: Guests, friends and family, we apologize for the rough start, and we thank you fo your patience. We will start again momentarily. Please bear with us as we refocus on the reason we all came together. Peace and blessings. Jahrastafari.

*The wedding party again makes its way back down the aisle. Mya and Tradee come down right before the bride. When Toya begins her walk again, the audience rises to their feet. Toya looks nervously at the crowd, afraid of any more distractions. Just as she reaches the back row of the audience, her parents step out into the aisle to join her. Toya puts her hand to her mouth, and begins weeping. Toya’s parents each kiss her, and they all walk toward Fitz and the altar. The crowd erupts with thunderous applause and cheers.
Fitz steps out to greet his bride and new in-laws. He kisses his mother-in-law on the cheek, shakes his father-in-law’s hand and takes Toya’s hand into the crook of his arm. The cheers and applause die down as the audience takes their seats.

Jah Cure begins serenading the couple with a beautiful acapella version of “Love Is.” The minister clears his throat when the song ends, and starts the wedding ceremony again.*

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OOhhhh how sweet That Fitz took care of everything he could think of to make her day special

Fitz: Okay…okay. Let’s think. She couldn’t have gotten far without car keys. Let’s spread out and start looking for her. Ask people if they saw her get in a car.

Frowzy, call Auntie Mary fe see if har go hearly tuh de reception. Maybe she ah look food.

Toya honey. Baby do you think HIan would try fe urt har?

Toya: Huh…uh…um no…I don’t think so. Ian is afraid of Mya for some unknown reason. But, if he were trying to get at me…maybe…

Tradee: Mi ago chop im bloodcl**! Im ded!

Toya: What if she is not with Ian? She wouldn’t willingly go anywhere with him. She told me that she had a fight with the woman that was with him. What’s her name?

Tradee: Melodee! Jah knoa! Melodee wan rass eeidat fe tru! Har an Chantell wicked tuh baxside! RASS!

*The group hurry off in different directions looking for Mya, or anyone that has seen her.*

Tradee: CHANTELLE?! Whe yuh dutty friend Melodee? Eeehhhnnn? Nuh bodda wid dat. Whaa mek? Cho! Oonu wan rass skettel frum yuh bawn.

Chantelle: Mi nuh knoa Rasta. Look mi sarry fe whaa happen between we. Mi and Mel nuh friend cuz mi do a ting wid yuh brodda since secondary. Melodee vexed when mi tell har sey mi love Shotta. So mi nuh knoa. Mi tink har lef wid de yout frum farrin.

Rasta, let mi chat yuh fe a minute. Yuh brodda nuh tuh righted. Im gwaan like-like….

Tradee: Mi nuh have time fe chat suss Chantelle. Yuh and mi brodda do a ting and low mi. Mi nuh care whaa im a do.

Chantelle: Eh? Yuh rude doah! Nuh sar…mi nuh chat mi business wid Shotta. Mi try fe tell yuh ow im stay. Lissen nuh man! Yuh brodda gwaan like im haunted…like im ead gone. When de minister marry Fitz and de farrin ooman…im repeat de wuds tuh imself. Im repeat some ooman name ova and ova…nuh Toya…but ie sound like ie. De man run gwaan when dem kiss and ting. Mi neva see im all til now.

Tradee: Bumbo! Why mi nuh tink bout Tran? *kiss teet* Tonks Chantelle. Likkle more. Wait…eeehhnnn. Chantelle yuh drive yuh mummie car? Whe ie dere?

Chantelle: Mi let Shotta drive we come yere. Im have de car key dem. Mi neva tink sey im gwaan lef mi…so mi neva look pon de car. Bumbocl**! Mi mummie gwaan ded mi if im do a ting inna har car!

Tradee: Did im mutta sumting bout whe im ago do? Whe im ago? Talk nuh Chantelle!

Jawi you're such a FANTASTIC writer!

This is getting sooo good!!!

Melodee: Ian, what happened back there? I thought you were over her.

Ian: Don’t start Melodee. You were the one whining on and on about Delmar phocking your best friend. I think I have every right to be upset about being at my ex-fiancée’s surprise wedding in ghetto a** Jamaica! How do you expect me to feel?

Melodee: We both got surprises we were not ready for Ian. I understand that you are shocked. What are you going to do now? Do you want to go to the reception, and try to talk to her? I know where they are holding it. If it will bring peace to you, we can go. Besides, I have my own selfish motivations for going to the reception.

Ian: Baby. I’m sorry. I know things are over between me and Toya. I’m just upset about the blatant disrespect. She could have at least called me to break things off. Phock! Ain’t this a bit**!

Melodee: Babes…calm dung nuh. Let me drive Ian. Yuh need fe calm dung fe a likkle while. I need to pick up a couple of things okay?

Ian and Melodee walk toward the red Navigator. When they get to the truck, Ian slumps wearily against the passenger door.

Ian: Mel…damn baby. I-I n-n-need you Gem. Pretend to love me for just a little while…please Mel. I need to hold you. I need to hear you say you love me. I need you to call me Daddy. Melodee, I need to feel my d**k tearing up your walls. Right now. Right here. Just love me Gem.
Melodee: Ian baby, that will just complicate…ah sh** what the he**? I love you Ian. Mi wan yuh fe mek mi pums swell Daddy. Mek love tuh mi Daddy.

Ian shoves Melodee harshly onto the truck. He grinds himself against her, as he roughly gnawls at her neck. He allows his hands to grab handsful of her soft flesh in an attempt to sooth his raw emotion. Ian opens both doors on the passenger side of the Navigator. He lifts the hem to Melodee’s elegant dress, as she presses her face on the inside of the front passenger window. Melodee groans as Ian’s fingers brutally ravage her core. Ian pushes her silky thong out of the way, and he enters her with a load roar. Melodee arches her back to meet his thrusts. She turns abruptly to face him because their current position only allows Ian to make shallow thrusts. Ian grabs both of her legs, and wraps them around his waist. His long fingers greedily knead her fleshy a** and thighs as he buries himself inside her warmth, over and over again. Melodee places her hands on top of the truck and the passenger door to steady herself. Ian bites the dark skin right above the low neckline of the emerald dress. His passion is marked clearly by the purplish black bruise his suckling left on her breast. Ian’s sperm eagerly swim toward Melodee’s ripe and fertile egg. Whatever the future holds for them, Melodee and Ian will be forever bound by the new baby developing in her womb.

The two lovers are oblivious to the crowd gathering around them. A few older people voice their displeasure at the obscene display of affection. Some of the younger people cheer and mock Ian and Melodee’s coupling. When Melodee and Ian release, they slowly separate. Ian kisses Melodee hungrily, and declares his love for her. He makes a futile attempt to cover Melodee as she rearranges her dress. Melodee decides the best way to save face is to go rude gyal all the way.

Melodee: Eeeehhnnn? Ah whaa? Oonu neva see ooman phock har man? Bumbocl**…oonu brite eh?

Melodee places a finger inside herself, then she gives it to Ian to suckle insatiably. Melodee then lifts her dress briefly and pats her a** rapidly to make it jiggle at the crowd before she walks gracefully to the driver’s side and jumps in. Melodee brings the Navigator to life, and she streaks out of the makeshift parking lot, spewing gravel and marl dust in their wake.

Tonks! I was going to do the predictable all haades break loose at the wedding...but it just wasn't flowing for me...so I had to switch it up a little. I really wanted Fitz and Toya to get married. I love them so much.



God is so good! I finally got my Final Trial Notice from the judge. With God's grace, I should be getting divorced on February 19, 2008. It will be three days after my 6th wedding anniversary. Woo-hoo! Finally a ray of sunshine to hold on to!

OMG!!!!!!!! I'm about to get off of work....Thank you I printed it out for my commute home.......JAWI Thank you so much

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Lawd Gawd!! Ian ah yell hout like im loss im mind!! Whew! Mi cyaan tek ie!! mi hart a race inna mi!!

I've kinda heard of this too. Cause the pastor is always talking about this year is 2008 and 8 means new beginnings so the 7 thing makes sense in that respect.

Woooiieee!!! yuh see it! Mi tell yuh, mi ave ole heap ah dreams bout deh story deh!!! Den mi start fi dream bout all ah oounu!! mi seh deh obeah ah wuk pon mi sleep!!

at first when I read this I was like what is she saying, then I thought about and got it.

Girl...you have me over here rolling. I'm glad that you are still enjoying it.

WoooIIIEEE!!!!!! OMG!!! You had me about to fall out of my chair!!!! I cannot stop laughing at this one!!! Cause its sooo true!!! Then the thought of the sperm having 2 tails and legs and such!!! Wooo!!! Mi seh everylass one oh we gwaan be preggers wit this sinnting!!!

Congrats!!! It happened for mi 4 days after what would have been my 6th anniversary tu

Interesting twist.

Mel a rude gyal fi true

Tonks babes. That little slip of paper made my day!

Slackness fi tru! kikikikiki

Delmar looks over at Mya in the passenger seat. He is amazed at how beautiful she is, despite the huge lump and bruise developing on her temple. Delmar drives in circles aimlessly, not knowing where to take Mya. Then, he remembers a spot that only he and Melodee knew about. Delmar thinks back fondly of the times he and Melodee would catch a route taxi and ride to Portmore on the weekends. They would often stay for a day or two at a time, before they became bogged down in adult responsibilities. Delmar knew the perfect place to take Mya.

Delmar: Hearth HAngel, I knew that you would see things my way once I convinced you of my undying love. Mi knoa mi neva tell yuh dat mi love yuh nuff times. But, mi love yuh Mya frum mi bawn. We wedding day nice fe tru. Nuff pretty pretty flowa an ting. Mi wish mi coulden tek yuh pictra next tuh de watafall…but we ago back when de guest dem lef. Mya why yuh nuh wear a veil or flowa inna yuh hair? Yuh hair so silky and smoot. Ie remind mi of de first time mi meet yuh. Yuh rememba Mya puttus?

Mya begins stirring in her seat. Delmar almost veers off the road at the sound of her tortured moaning. His loin stirs at the memory of her soft meowing sounds as he made love to her. Delmar wonders if he has enough time to feel the pleasure she offers before they make it to his home.

Delmar: Soon Hearth Hangel…soon. Mi ago stop ah mi yaad fe a couple of tings…den we can go pon we honeymoon baby. Maybe we can move dere huntil ie time fe yuh tuh birth mi son. Yuh ago love de spot…ie well nice and pretty. Not as pretty as yuh still.

Delmar pulls into the back of the house, in the garage that is normally used for storage. He hops out of the car, humming gleefully. Delmar locks Mya in the car with the windows slightly cracked. He pulls the gate closed on the garage and padlocks it.

Inside the house, he grabs his best clothing, and some of the clothing Melodee left behind. He looks into a small bureau and grabs a soft creamy negligee, and the diamond/tanzanite bracelet. He hurriedly packs all the articles of clothing into his worn suitcase, looks around the room, turns off the light and exits the house.

Mya: MMMMMMM…ooooooo…ow. Travis? Baby? Whaa-at happened? Where am I? Damn my head hurts so bad. Is anyone there?

Delmar: Good Evening Sunshine…you brighten up my niiiitttess. I want yuh to be my wiiiiiffffe. Hi Hearth Hangel…did you sleep well? It’s about time you caught some rest, because we have been going strong since you got here. Yuh nature strong babes…mek mi wan fe bawl hout wid yeyewata. Mi love yuh puttus.

Mya: Wh-what? Wh-what happened Travis? Where are we? Where are we going? What happened to my head?

Delmar: *kiss teet* Eeehhnnn. Mi nuh name Travis. Yuh realize dat yuh mek wan big mistake. Yuh tell mi sey yuh love mi and nuh Rasta. Mi was first baby…yuh wan an ongly Shotta. Mi like when yuh call mi Tran Hearth Hangel. Baby, don’t you remember? We got married today at the waterfalls? We just had to pick up our suitcase before we get started.

Mya: Tran? Delmar? Wh-where is Travis? What did you do to your brother? I didn’t make a mistake Delmar. I love Travis, not you. What do you mean we got married? I would never marry you! Delmar listen to me! Ow! Sh**! Ouch. Listen Delmar, you aren’t making sense, and-and y-y-you are scaring me now.

ohhhhhhhhh I want Rasta fi catch Delmar and beat him senseless. He is crazy OMG I want fi beat him senseless miself.

Jawi.......your writing is unbelievable.

rude gyal.....old gyal have no class and shame.....old wh*ring gyal

WTH!!!! Lawd Delmar gwaan like im maad!!! I knew someboddy was gonn get her when she went to the bathroom!!! I thought it was gonna be Ian's crazy self!! Woo Now I'm getting scared!!

for real I thought Ian or dat crazy who*ing gyal but Delmar that caught mi by surprise.......fi him head clear gone.

Woo Hoo Jawi CONGRATS Mi suh appy fe yuh

Lawd Gawd mi loss!! Delmar gwaan like im maad! He loss im hed fi tru!! Him tink seh im an Mya ah married! Wooo! Mi nuh kno a wha Rasta gwaan do wen im find im.

And Ian and Mel....Lawd mi nuh kno wah fi seh bout dem deh!! Mel waan rude gyallll!!! And now har pregnant too!!! And har got HIV maybe too!! Ah Wah!!! Woiiee!!

Ok I have been home all day cause I had a major migraine and now I need to go to the laundromat but been all into this ere story mi neva wan fi leave mi house. But mi ah guh do mi laundry and rush back fi all deh comments oonu gwaan come wit....likkle more!

Oh Lawd 'im gwan mad fe tru!! 'im lose 'im mind ova dis ooman
Travis gwan CHOP 'im dung wen 'im fine 'im
Wah Mya gwan do nuh??

Delmar: Huuuussshh puttus. Did you know that Travis and I used to sing in the church choir? Well, we did before he went to jail for rape and became Rasta. Love is…Mya and Tran…loving each odda. Love is…much more than just sexing…

Mya, babes get back in the car. You need to take it easy in your condition. You have a huge knot on your head because you slipped on the rocks at the falls. Mya, if you want to carry our baby for nine months, you have to start being very careful. Get back into the car, so I can put our bag in the trunk. Yuh body look nice and sweet sexy body gyal.

Mya: Are you serious? You have lost your phocking raggedy a** mind! Ouch! Sh**! *holding head* I’m not going anywhere with you! You need help son! Now, let me out of here Tran!

Delmar: kikikikikiki…aren’t you cute mad? Why yuh vexed wid mi puttus? *kiss teet* MEK MI BUSS YUH RASS! GET INNA DE BLOODCL** CAR STAR! Hearth Hangel, mi nuh wan fe war wid yuh. Mi cyan wait fe stawt we honeymoon eidda. Calm dung mi gyal…rooks soon come. Hearth Hangel…Hearth Hangel…de wan I adore…love yuh foreva…and eva more…I’m juss ah fool…ah fool inna love wid yooooouuu!

Marlita we posted de sameting at deh sametime ie look lik we tink de same

how 'im gwan threat someone 'im love?? 'im is sick mi tell yuh! She gwan fe haffi fight 'im lik she did Mel.

Yuh kno!! This story got mi about tuh guh maad!!

Yuh seeit

Delmar reaches into the back of his waistband to pull the gun out from hiding. Mya gasps, and begins crying. Mya almost looses consciousness from the throbbing pain in her temple. She sits down heavily in the passenger seat because there is no obvious way out, and she is too tired to try.

Delmar slowly comes up beside her, with the gun still drawn. He instructs Mya to put her legs inside the car. He closes the door, and places the suitcase into the trunk.

Mya: Tran, please don’t do this. It’s not too late to make amends, and make things right. You know that Travis will be looking for me. Please don’t make things worse than they are right now. Ooooooo…Tran, I’m pregnant and I need to see a doctor. I’m so dizzy. Pl-pl…

Mya looses consciousness again, and Delmar looks at her longingly. He leans over and kisses her parted lips passionately. He become angry at her failure to respond to his ardent advances.

Delmar: Nuh bodda wid dat Mya. Mi nuh care if yuh eadtop lick yuh…tonite ah we honeymoon and mi ago swell ie hup star! That’s right…go ahead and get your rest beautiful. Sleep puttus…sleep.

Tradee: Nuh man. Oonu fe gwaan tuh yuh reception. Mi will link yuh if mi need yuh. Mi ago check pon a few spots mi knoa Tran love. Fitz mi yout…nuff respect. But, mi nuh gwaan ruin all yuh wuk so hard fe man. Lata zeen? Alrigh…alrigh. Come nuh.

Fitz: Mi ago touch de road wid yuh Rasta. Toya alrigh mi yout. Har ago link wid har parents while we gwaan. Rasta, Toya nuh gwaan henjoy herself as long as Mya missing zeen. Mi do a ting fe yuh and mi wife and Mya. Yuh brodda head fe Bellevue yuhseeit? Neva undaestimate mad man bredrin. Mi ago wid yuh zeen. Toya mi love yuh bad. Keep yuh phone on babes. I’ll call you to let you know what’s happening every step of the way. Frowzy, yuh ready?

Toya: Okay. Please be careful honey. I love you Fitz. I love you too Rasta. Hurry up and bring my girl back!

Toya’s Father: Shouldn’t we just call the police? Toya, what have you ladies gotten yourselves into? Fitz seems to be a nice enough young man. His love for you is evident. I don’t understand how Mya just disappeared without anybody noticing. So, the Rastafarian guy thinks she is with his twin brother?

Toya: Daddy it’s complicated. I promise to explain it all after Mya is safely with us. Right now, I can’t deal with the stress of you judging our actions. Let’s go talk to Fitz’s parents. We can ride to the reception with them. I promise everything will be okay. I love you Daddy…you too Mom.

Fitz, Frowzy and Tradee jump into Fitz’s car. They left the Mercedes for Toya and Fitz’s parents. Tradee drives toward Delmar’s home with Melodee. The men are in silent contemplation of the day’s events.

Frowzy: Yo Fitz man. Mi neva knoa say de yout frum farrin mi hinvite tuh de wedding claim Toya fe im hown. Mi neva meant fe stawt war. Mi Gawd, Toya nuh look like har rate de stoosh eediat dem. Sarry man.

Fitz: Nuh man. No way fe yuh fe knoa. Besides, mi neva tink de man Melodee bring come tuh de wedding ah Toya’s ex. Cha. Whaa a bag of phockery! Den mi neva knoa Shotta ah yuh brodda Rasta. Mi neva see im and yuh always call im Tran when mi did around yuh. Nuff ting a mix hup mix hup. So mi yout, yuh brodda do a ting tuh Mya ar im juss phock wid yuh same wey? Mi tink im did learn im lesson inna Amnesia, dyam sibling rival a bloodcl** joke.

Tradee: Mi hongly hope his dat mi brodda got har. At least im feel a way bout har still. If Melodee and Chantelle get har…RAASS! Melodee and Chantelle rude laang time. Dem carry bokkles hof hacid fe dash pon oomen dem. Chantelle chat phockery bout har and Melodee nuh rate dem friendship…awhooa!

Mya nuh heasy atall…but har nuh ready fe dem tings dere yuhseemi? Bumbocl**! Mi ago chop sumbaddy rass ova mi gyal! Mi nuh stop huntil mi can nyam at dem flesh and drink dem pu**ycla** blood! Mi ago mek de beg and bawl fe Jah tuh spare dem! Jah knoa!

Fitz: Mi yout…nuh let ie trubble yuh. Mya ah bad gyal. Har can manage huntil we find har. Calm yuhself star. Gwaan easy mi yout.

Tradee: Eeehhhnnn. *kiss teet* Man tek I man fe bloodcl** joke doan? Mi wonda ow dem get Mya widdout ah whole bag ah warra. Mi bwoy, if Mya run joke pon big man…bwoy mi tell yuh. Mi tell har frum mi bawn, I man nuh inna joke and ting. Har fe knoa herself and choose de man har rate. Mi cyan manage de back and forth ting. Mi nuh gwaan share!

Fitz: Easy mi yout…Mya knoa herself. Yuh knoa har same wey still. Mya ah breed fe yuh. Nuh let yuh ead lef yuh star. Yuh ago married tuh har, and har ago breed nuff time fe yuh Rasta. Easy nuh bredrin…gwaan easy.

That is fantastic...lets pray this is it !!!! get rif of him ..ahhahaa

U did throw a twist on the wedding ..soo unexpected....Delmar lost his blinking mind a staright a mad house him a go...

Melodee u is one nasty whoring someting...fi u pickney sake mi pray no have HIV..nasty gyal !!

He gone mek mi admit his crazy rass!!! he dun lost his dyamn mind

He don't have any sense left.....I'm bout reddi ti whipp hout the psychotropics on his Rass....Mya betta wake up and put a whippen on his Rass.


i'm sooo pissed..i couldn't even focus in yoga if this daymn eediot.

This is where it is,
I am gonna try and catch up............
tory look like it hotta dan hot......whollah 8 pages.....mi have mi night cut out. Mi gwan read


mi a go try an nuh say notting just try fi catch up ( unless mi can't hold my tongue (well inthis case mi fingah )

dat a go be quite didfficult fi Madame...pure badwud outta u mout !!

de rasta mad now....

The men pull up in an angry cloud of dust. Tradee jumps out of the car, and kicks in Tran’s front door.

Tradee: Mya! Empress ah mi Rasta!

Tradee, Fitz and Frowzy look around the room for any type of clue. Tradee notices that all of Tran and Melodee’s clothes are missing. But, Tran still has numerous shoes lined neatly against the wall. Tradee begins angrily pulling drawers from dressers and bureaus. He dumps the mattress, and ramsacks the small bathroom.

Fitz: Come on…dem nuh yereso. We waste time man. Rasta! Mi bwoy calm yuhself ar yuh cyan elp yuh ooman.

Fitz jumps behind the wheel because Tradee is in no shape to drive. Tradee gives him directions to some other spots Tran frequents. Just when they are about to give up, they notice Tran passing them heading north toward Portmore. Fitz hits an illegal u-turn on two wheels. His skill as a route taxi driver become obvious as he overtakes cars and trucks alike. Fitz hits the gas, and downshifts to pick up even more speed. Soon, they are two car lengths behind Tran and Mya.

Tran is talking, moving his head from the road to his passenger and back to the road. Mya’s head is lolled to the side. It is obvious that she is not a willing passenger or conversationalist, and Tradee’s fury intensifies.

Tradee: Push ie man…nuh let im loose yuh!

Fitz: Mi got im bredrin. Yuh wan mi fe pull hup next tuh im…ar follow im?

Tradee: Nuh man…follow im. Mi nuh wan im fe hurt har anymore mi yout. Why is her moving like that? Is she dead? Is Mya dead man? JAH!!! *Tradee bites down hard on his jaw, and tears line his lower lid. He cracks his knuckles from the tension housed in his body. He is wound tight like a cobra ready to attack.*

Tradee: Get mi Empress back! Mya mi yere babes…yuh man yere.

Congrats

Good to see 'ya.

I am very sorry to hear this, bu tI pray and hope that you will get over this and get better............Just know god NEVER gives us more than he thinks we can handle...this might be a little test so later things will be better.........I really wish Icould take your pain.......Love yu much




kimmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy , u c cause mi know you preggers and mi nuh wan no star inna mi eye I gonna mek dis slide ........... how you and the baby holding up?

don't say that....he doesn't know what's going on he just know that his wifey is missing and maybe his brother has something to do with it.

Delmar mad and I want all 3 of dem fi cetch up pon him rass inna him yard gate and beat the living shyt outta him and mek sure dem get some good licks fi mi to.

But Delmar bright but naw shine bout him kidnapp poor Mya. If you love somebody that much you rather hurt them because you can't live w/out them.....that is crazy. (mi kno rate domestic voilence attal)

YES TO RAYTID, YOU MUST BLOODCL*^T BLIND

srry mi couldn't hol dit in..Kimmy I tek it back......mi miss out nuff tings . mek mi go back

Mad ...meaning angry, upset, pissed off, enraged

sorry.....
i would be to.......totally off the edge

dam-dam-da, tek him up pon di offah........mi now seh you bus har arse already but you preggers and she and Chantel love acid.......and de likkle ediat Ian deh bout......so mek Travis go wid you..( caan seh mi nuh warn you)........
Alright mi can't helpit.....

Yeah... go Rambo onhis rass...any boddi see it...hubby draged mi off to see it last night, it wasn't bad....gorey. but not bad...Rasta need to put a Rambo strangle on his BloodCl#@@@ how eva u spell it

mi never realize to rahtid, A DELMAR grab har..........what a twist to he!!

Jawi you is a true diva.....only god he knowsssss.......

mi a go read and shut up




NASTY WHO$#ING GYAL.......



NASTY WHO$#ING GYAL.......