A Robin Leach interviewing a something called a Morgan or Tiffany Something. Great breasts plus the worship of rattan furniture.
Robin, kidding, smears his grin on the tube like the Cheshire Cat's. It dissolves as the Morgan or Tiffany Something moves, parting the electronic sea with her tits. They detach and pursue a man in Utica down a hallway. He dives into the laundry room where a thin girl smokes and reads. They twist under her grimy tshirt and she screams among the machines, throbbing, white.