Benji, a photographer and police informant is Candy’s mate. He’s been useful until now.
Candy visits Benji though she has a cold.
In the lab Benji is working. He turns at the sound of her high heels.
Seductively, she pouts.
“For goodness sake, I am processing photos,” he says, and spins away to save his prints.
Candy moves swiftly, grabbing the stiletto from the garter on her thigh.
“Benji!” she shouts.
“W-what is it”? Benji turns to her and stammers, his eyes on the blade.
Candy lifts her arm. He deflects. Then it happens. The pressure bursts forth. Candy sneezes.
Candy visits Benji though she has a cold.
In the lab Benji is working. He turns at the sound of her high heels.
Seductively, she pouts.
“For goodness sake, I am processing photos,” he says, and spins away to save his prints.
Candy moves swiftly, grabbing the stiletto from the garter on her thigh.
“Benji!” she shouts.
“W-what is it”? Benji turns to her and stammers, his eyes on the blade.
Candy lifts her arm. He deflects. Then it happens. The pressure bursts forth. Candy sneezes.
