Drunk and stoned they stood at the rim.

"Brenda, throw your shoes in!" Brad suggested laughing.

She kicked her high heels down. They splashed in the lava.

"Your shirt, Duncan!" she ordered.

He giggled, took it, and threw. It burned brightly.

"Shirt ... and bra!" He dared.

Now topless, she scorned. "Your own finger!" - she showed him which one.

He returned the gesture, then cut his finger with his knife. It hissed when it landed.

"Your tits!" he demanded, with a nasty grin.

Brad would have helped, but she actually cut herself. Two fiery fountains below.

"Dick!!!" she said...