Samson and Danielle

Lauren's pitiful muscles, her arms nothing but toneless tubes, were barely enough to stave off the tremendous china hutch crashing to the ground.

Continuing with the sheers, Danielle hummed and evil tune.

"Ching chong china girl shakin' in her underwear,

Along came the scissors to chop off her hair!"

In a dozen snaps Laurens magnificent mane which she had prided, and indulged herself on, was reduced to jagged snags of stubble of sub-inch rubble!

The snips off hairs floated gently down, coating Lauren's exposed skin, her flabby tummy, her flat chest, the tender thunder thighs.

"Allow me to dust you off, madamoiselle."

Danielle snatched a feather duster and began the assualt.

Across the rolls of Lauren's tummy, tickling her thighs, dancing under her underams.

Lauren was a helpless mess of giggles. It didn't help that her poor muscles were rapidly degrading anyway. The china cabinet violently trembled with noisy clatter and chinks as she shook, over the screams of her mad laughs she pleaded,

"PLEASE! I"M GONNA -HAHA- PEEEEEEEE!!!"