Don-Task

I first saw her on the patio at the big party. Two of her, dancing with herself, with little grooves in her skin like the seams in a mannequin. She was the second and third most beautiful woman I saw that night. I walked over and tapped one of her on the shoulder. "Excuse me," I said. "Mind if I cut in?" They looked me up and down, and they smiled devilishly. "Sure," one of them said, stepping away. "Have fun, Marcia." "You too, Marcia," said the other one. She wrapped her arms around my waist and started swaying with me. "So how about you, honey? Are you having fun so far?" "I am now," I said. I ran my hands up and down her body, hugging the curves of her back and sides. "Mmm, look at you. I could just take you to pieces." She giggled. "Oh, sweetie, you say the nicest things." I pulled her close and ran a fingertip along the groove in her neck. "Do these seams really work?" "Oh, yeah. You want to play?" "Oh, please, let's play." I started to breathe a little heavier. "There's a trick