They called her Pink Star Fish. Why? That was the stage name she used as a singer for the punk band she used to front. It had stuck. Her real name was Angela but most people called her Star Fish for short.
She was tall and thin with the most amazingly full breasts jutting out from her chest. She had short, spiked, pink hair, of course! She had full pouty lips and wore thick, almost nerdy, square glasses.
Star Fish had just sat down to enjoy a homemade cup of espresso and some pumpkin pie she picked up from Safeway. It was one of those warm, breezy October nights and she was sitting there in the nude, enjoying the afterglow of a steamy hot bath.
"Braaannng, Bip!" Came a sudden overbearing noise from the neighbors.
"Fuck!" Star Fish said out loud. It was that goddamned fool on the other side of the duplex playing is bass again. She understood the hours of practice and the need for volume. Star Fish was a punk rock legend for god's sake! But this was unacceptable.
He couldn't play a tune to save his life. It was 9 o'clock at night and she had asked him to keep it down before. His bitchy girlfriend Janie had the nerve to tell her to shut up and quit bothering them because he was destined to be the next great rock star!
His name was Phil and he was a tall, blonde goofball. Phil was nothing but skin and bones and was Janie's pet. Star Fish hated her with a passion.