Date:         Tue, 10 Dec 1996 22:40:19 -0600
From: Danny Lloyd <dll452@AIRMAIL.NET>
Subject:      Re: INT: HWY 41

Robyn (in a state of
post-birthday-distress-syndrome-and-then-getting-drunk-and-
seeing-illusions-and-getting-mischievious) wrote an interesting 'summary'
for the story - and then an addition, which concluded thus:
---snip---snip----
>"So, Dale.   It is Dale isn't it?"  Shirley purred.  "How long have you been a
>'G-Man?'"
>"Well, I wouldn't say that I ---"
>"'Scuze me, I need to go to the ladies room."  Margaret stood up.  It
>infuriated her that she was the fifth wheel here.    But she would get her
>chance, oh yes, she would make them all scream a chorus of songs of pain.
>Just you wait and see.
>(To Be Continued)(by you?  or maybe you?  jump right in...)
> Robyn Alyson
>-------------
Danny (that's me - jumping right in) writes:
Morgan felt a strange thrill that reminded her of. . . Mark?  No, she
thought, no way.  But trapped inside Shirley's seductive ways with the eyes
of the men in the cafe glued to her, she felt some old, almost forgotten,
feelings of excitement.  Hmmm, she thought.  Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
She relaxed behind Shirley's winking eye and watched.  And felt.

Margaret wiggled away toward the restroom, throwing in her two-sexy-cents
worth, just to spite Shirley.

Wanda noticed Mark's eyes darting from Margaret to Morgan/Shirley and then
back. And back again.  Wanda wondered what was coming over her own self when
she realized she had placed her hand on Mark's knee.  Mark's eyes suddenly
left their darting routine and fixed themselves on Wanda's.

A number of truck drivers in the cafe had stopped eating by now as they
stared and gazed and beheld.

"Noowww, Misssteerrr Cooooopeerrr," Shirley oozed, "I've always wondered why
they call you fellas Geee-men."  She stood beside Cooper, pressing her body
against him, as he sat at the table.

"Well, uh, duh, maam, uh, the reason they, uh, call us G-men is because,
duh, I think, because, uh, well, I think, uh, oh, uh, G-men, duh, because,
uh. . ."

"Yeeesssss?" Shirley moved closer.

--- to be continued ---