Date: Wed, 13 Nov 1996 10:29:14 -0600 From: Daffid Subject: Re: INT: SPT: Preparing phor the EmJays [CathyB gets a new dress] At 09:58 AM 11/13/96 -0500, Catherine Berchtold wrote: > >"We're tryin' to get ready for the EmJay Awards and your >help would be greatly appreciated. Woofie's tryin' like the >devil to get them pups of hers cleaned up so she can run for >List Mommie. I'd kinda like the Best Interactive story but >I can't get that drunk outta here." Wayne pointed his finger >to the blob laying face down on the table. > >CathyB crested her shot gun. "Don't worry about him, Wayne, >I'll take care of it. Now maybe you can help me out. I need >to borrow a dress to wear for the campaigning festivities." > >"It's your lucky day. Looks who's here." Wayne nodded his >head in the direction of the tent maker. > CathyB turns around and heads toward Omar. Extending her right hand and cradling her double-barrel shotgun in the other, "Greetings there Mister Omar, my name's CathyB. Hail from that wild town of Cincinnati." "Aim that damn cannon somewhere else, willya. Wayne, how come you let these crazed wimmen carry firearms in yer establishment? Now what can I do for you Miz Cathy?" Laying her shotgun on a nearby table, CathyB continues, "I'm looking for a fancy Annie Oakley kinda dress to wear for the festivities. Wayne said you might be able to help. That dress you're wearing is most becoming on you, but not my style." "Thought you'd never notice. I always come here in a wig and a dress so's proper folks won't recognize me out in polite society. By the way, why you carrying that shotgun?" "I got groundhawgs in my back yard. I usually deal with them after church on Sunday. Just brought it along for self-protection in this joint. Never know around here. Look, I need a dress. Can you help me?" "Well, you seem like a right upstanding leddie. As a matter of fact I got just the thing for you out in the Suburban." "You mean you carry a whole wardrobe of dresses with you?" CathyB is somewhat shocked, being from Cincinnati and all. "Yup, a guy jus can't have too many outfits these days. Got some nice high-heel lace-up boots to go with the dress, too, just almost like the one's I'm wearing." Omar daintily lifts his skirts to expose the fucia snakeskin boots and a bit of leg. "Errrrr.......look Mister Omar.......I dunno if I want to go out in the parking lot with you. See, back where I come from they tend to run people like you out of town on a rail. I thought you were the tentmaker......but this??" She steps back, picks up her shotgun and yells at Wayne, "Wayne, how come you let people like this in the Sweating Pig?" "Oh, now Cathy, just settle down. Ol Omar lends a little color to the place. He just cross dresses a bit when he gets tired of making tents. Says its how he deals with his soft sensitive feminine side. Offer him some Cheetos if he gets randy. That usually settles him down." "ACK! I've heard stories about him and his Cheetos. Disgusting!!" Cathy aims her shotgun at Omar. "OK big boy, I need a dress and you seem to have the only game in town. Now let's march out to your truck and get me a dress. And don't try any funny stuff or you're toast." Omar, tottering on his high heels, obiedently heads for the door, a shocked Cathy in his wake, shotgun at the ready.