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337%u201cGive him three large doses of Viagra with the whisky too.%u201d Matilda said. Faith nodded, darkened the room, and left. %u201cWhat%u2019s it like?%u201d Henry asked Matilda and Nancy.%u201cDid you go on a ghost train ride when you were a kiddie?%u201d Matilda asked.%u201cYes, I did.%u201d%u201cWell it%u2019s like that on steroids, cocaine, and adrenaline all at the same time.%u201dThe entire day was dedicated to the greatest fucker in all history of humankind. Slime never tired, never drooped, or lost interest. His ability to coat any sexual organ with both a lubricant and a tacky substance, could have won him a job making oil for a motor car company, and his technique of ramming, could have been adopted to an industrial age steam piston driven train.He was without doubt the world%u2019s consummate fucker. They were all impressed, but as he never knew when to stop, Matilda had to finally call it a day. She got out of bed lifted him up and locked him in the spare room. She returned to bed and got into a place of shit, piss and sperm, with Slime%u2019s mucus everywhere and all over them. She pulled the duvet over, cuddled into Faith and as she fell asleep, she had to admit to herself that this day and night surpassed the greatest joy of her wedding night. She fucking-well loved it all. What else in life gave a greater joy or offered more joy to their creator?Fidget