Date: Tue, 29 Oct 1996 00:14:06 EST From: Herr TINK! Subject: EXERCISE: Re: Hmm, Not Bad. On Mon, 28 Oct 1996 18:13:27 -0500, "Tyson S. Ouellette" mumbled: - As far as in Merca (where is that?) Your elderly neighbors' love amerika, the land of the fee and home of the cable tv... -life might get a kick in the pantalones, inspired by your obvious -statement of nekkidness. Community service! :P I've seen one nekkid -woman here in Maine (I don't just mean topless) she was ALL nekkid, but -it was way up at the top of a hiking trail up near the NH border, in -the foothills of the White Mountains. I, of course, thought "groovy! -let's all get communal and share the vibe, man!" but the cousins I was -with were all freaking out, they're a little anal you see, not tres open -minded folk like us writers. :P It was a shame, cause I think they made -her feel uncomfortable, she clothed... I CAN'T SEE YOU! Alright, let's get those writer's muscles flabbing! Here we have the story (a group of hikers encounters a woman dressed in glory...SHOW me, please?) , and the challenge (kick those elderly neighbors' love life in the pantaloonies) come one, come all, let's write! Running Start? The hills were alive with the sounds of fall that day, the thrashing of dried leaves in breezes, the crack of sticks underfoot, and the muted moistness as hiking boots mashed the mat of damp leaves. Go! Here's your very own baton, hold it with both hands so you don't drop it, and show us what happened out there in the woods that day. excite tink