Up until that infamous afternoon, none of the members of the Stentnor Strand Ladies’ Dragon Wrestling Society had ever seen a dragon, let alone had chance to wrestle one. Their society’s name had always been . . . well, let’s just say socially metaphoric.
That was all about to change when Bob landed on the beach, looking for a nice place to catch a few rays, and if all went well, eat a virgin. Alas, the ladies of the SSLDWS were all too morally intemperate for Bob to get anything but indigestion.