Literature
Muffler....again
As the evening's shadows danced across the party, enveloping the revelers in their embrace, I found myself drawn towards my boisterous friend, Lorella. Her petite Asian frame exuded an aura of power and dominance that belied her diminutive stature. I, Marco, a veritable walking contradiction of a fat nerd, was her loyal satellite and greatest admirer.
My mind couldn't help but wander back to the previous night at the nightclub, where Lorella's monstrous fart had transformed the walls around us into sonic boom barriers. She had used my face as an unwitting muffler, unleashing a stench so potent that it left my mind reeling.
Now, amidst the party's clamor, a familiar sensation gripped Lorella. A rumble reverberated through her body, promising an atomic bomb of a fart. Aware of an admiring gaze upon her from across the room, Lorella's determination hardened. She wouldn't let embarrassment tarnish this opportunity.
'Marco,' she whispered, her voice a conspiratorial caress, 'I need your
