Finish the sentence, Chapter 16 (by best approximation)

Deucie, now worried she may have eaten too many cheese whizzed crackers & had way way to much wine...

..."God, did I make the right decision hopping into this hot rod with this girl that just wants in my pants?"...

Hmmm she thought... I mean I've gone to her parties & had a blast, but this want in the agenda. So she...

... closes her eyes, reaches into her mind for the switch to ReVivelepathy, and silently calls out...

.... F ! Oh F ! Where are you ? Though my body ( dancing feet of course, ahem..) are as tired and worn as my passport, I long for your tender affections and protection from these ENDLESS conspriacies to tear us apart ! Where are you F ?

Are you really on your way to.....

( good morning everyone !)

...to... uh, to?? OH YES, you're demise?", and as Miss D's senses return, that small grin comes back to her face just thinking about the evils soon to come through the ReLEASE plan ...

when she suddenly feels faint again and falls into the Monks strong arms and whispers...

..."MONKey Hon', are we in South Dakota? I need coffee." and passes out completely...

(South Dakota ? ? Are you on acid ?????)

....and she dreams of F taking her home. Home where so much elegance and erotic pleasures have taken place before. And now the amazing Ms. Deucie brings her glamor to zip code 92651 ( also known as girl heaven) to experience the Sapphic scene in the opium late summer garden of the elegant Miss F. where girl meets girl.... where East meets West, and the spirit of the 20's ( age or decade, take your pick !) and meets the knowing elegance of Chinoiserie love amid the green and golden eden.

Girls know what girls want and she experiences it in a way that she never thought possible. The bond to Miss F., and her devoted K. is of iron and eternity. No thought of Bait or Monk ( , y'all !) is possible for her. Those old flirtations of an era past are long gone and now she is one with the two. Over the opium of the evening or the coffee of the morning she is one with us.

So dream my laddies, dream. Dream of the one(s) I love.

( whew ! )

(nope, not gonna bite. Gonna just sit here and wait for Notech to cut that down to proper size, hon.)

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Originally posted by bustMall

(nope, not gonna bite. Gonna just sit here and wait for Notech to cut that down to proper size, hon.)

How can he mess with the poetry of real love ? ( She says proudly, without apology knowing that the guys will renew their futile pursuit of the fair Ms. Deucie...in vain, because now there is no turning back for her....

(Its the rule of law around here. Notech made a request, I'm trying to honor the spirit of the game.)

I for once am speechless

You are speechless ? Jeez, I am exhausted !!!

Well bravo to you F with your creativity.. I'm still waiting on the Monk for a reply

Are you still standing at the bus stop waiting for the Monk man ? He probably broke akle strap on his sandals....

Yeppers, just gonna sit here until a fish spits him back to shore. I have no idea what to do with this story. We could agree among ourselves to keep it to 2 lines of text or shorter, and you go do your own edit. I had a PM series with him back when he cut one of my down to size, he wants it kept short. Just trying to accommodate his wishes.

....so quietly the banished Monk snuk back to the monastery to b......

Become the Editor, who cuts good stories because he hates reading, but....

... if Deucie is dreaming, well, what the hell, who cares if it's all a dream anyway, so as the Monk stood there with his little passed-out 2sy in his arms, he thought...