The explosive ending of the Atomic Bikini vs. The Hydrogen Bombshell
being the most spectacular ever filmed demanded a sequel; Ivan nor Igor wanting any part of it. Eli was then contacted by DEVIL STUDIOS with
the option of taking the directorial reign. Eli instantly agreeing cheered
his wife no end, as she would be responsible for the deep tans of the cast.
How to follow up on a film that ends with double nuclear explosions set
off by the Atomic Bikini's revealing her white body's untanned *******
& blinding the Hydrogen Bombshell with a twin blast of red ****** rays causing the Bombshell to split her tights releasing a space shattering quiff ... & something, something; end credits played over a blaring death metal anthem. The Uk already on board, knowing Eli's more sedate temperament began noodling on acoustic instruments & spare percussion. The Hydrogen
Bombshell would have to be recast. A script about the Atomic Bikini
contracting breast cancer was swiftly rejected. The slender skirted exec came from the airport to the farm via limo & tried to trod the stone path
in her stilettos, tripping & falling in the mud on her hands & knees. Eli &
the band watching from the living room window; It was Eli's wife Becky who rescued the woman, as the woman-of-the-house, the first Mrs. Simple
thought it her duty to put on good manners towards a guest. Setting the girl
in a comfortable rocker, Becky prepared tea on the iron stove. The Exec
looked at Eli as the band made it out the back door. "What can I do for you?" he asked. "There's been a mistake," she said.

"You're right. How can I top space-time exploding?"
She grinned. "We wanted your son. Eli Simple Junior."
"That makes more sense. He can do that. I'll get him."
Bringing the woman a cup of sassafras in a teacup
Becky had made on her own kiln, the woman sat up
& sipped. "You're covered in mud," Becky politely
noted. "I noticed," said the woman. "Let me get you
some fresh things," said the Amish **** & walked
from the room. Eli Jr. was not in his room; outside
getting ****** with the band, who he considered all
his uncles, his father knowing Ivan & Igor since he
was a small child; the band came later, but how they
came; the Uk were the Beatles of the Warsaw Pact.

In the West their music was seen as loud, crass &
bombastic, & early on sometimes illegal on account
of content of its effect on its brawling, rioting fans.
In the East, they could pay off the police & the show
would go on; it doesn't work that way in the West.
They needed a corporate affiliation so their product
would be protected by an army of copyright lawyers.

Eli came back downstairs to find the woman naked;
Becky beside her holding a traditional Amish smock.

"You'll look good in that," he said.

She wasn't shy about her pale physique, a scrawny
titless kid about twenty-two, legs way down to the
splayed feet & toes, toenails painted pink & sweaty.
"Put this on honey, before those animals get back,"
Becky urged mildly knowing a naked woman would
give the rock stars carte blanche to involve the police.

The rock stars did return, with Eli Jr., who'd never
seen the woman before, but as she was dressed more
or less as any ordinary Amish maiden he couldn't be
bothered with her. Eli realized the strangest thing,
not introducing herself she took gently took his hand
& led him out the door alone, the guys all looking
on in silence as was Becky watching the angelic duo
exit the wooded hovel like a pair out of a fairy tale.

Eli Jr. didn't talk much, ever, & didn't say anything
walking along hand-in-hand with the nameless girl
who also not speaking, was completely new to him.