No relation to Karl, Malorie Marx is the life of porn parties with her Skeeter Kerkove impersonations thanks to a bandana she retrieved from a dead Mexican biker who'd been run over by an SUV on the 101. "It was no use to him anyway," sighed Malorie when we suggested that this might have been a very cold, impersonal act on her part. Malorie, you see, is a firm believer about going on with life, and if that part of life means wedging cock in her mouth for all its worth or being fucked in the can by punk Chicanos looking for kicks on a Saturday night so be it. As long as the guy with the cock displays unbridled machismo, a pregnant girlfriend back in Guadalajara and an affinity for straddling the finer points of US law, Malorie's up for it. She likes kicks and plenty of them.