Date: Wed, 27 Nov 1996 14:08:30 -0600 From: Danny Lloyd Subject: Re: INT: HWY 41 I made a little boo-boo earlier when mentioning the major contributors to this story. Since, then, of course, she has been offering a number of great episodes, but at the time, I had forgotten the very important contribution she had earlier made when she put agent Cooper on the case. And that writer, is, of course, L.L. DeMerle. Thanks, L.L. So a list of contributors is >>> * Danny (that's little bitty ole me) * Robyn Alyson (aka Robyn Harris) * L.L. DeMerle * Merideth * Sharon Corbet (who briefly stopped in to mention something about lizards) * B. T. Murtagh (who brifly stopped in to draw a weird picture) And I'd like to thank seven others (maybe eight) - who, though they have not contributed, I can tell are intently thinking about it. And you know who you are. - Danny --------------------- At 11:10 AM 11/27/96 +0000, you wrote: >> >> Margaret moved back to the passenger side and looked out her window, into >> the distance toward the 'dunes', which were shimmering in the moonlight. >> She watched the sparkling rays dance and flitter across the glassy sand. >> And thought of dinner. > > >Regaining their composure from the turn of events on the highway, >Wanda, Mark, a very quiet Morgan and a rather annoyed Shirley began >making their plans. All were anxious for this ordeal to be over ith, >with the exception of Shirley, who was just getting used to the idea >of enhancing her social skills. > >Mark stayed very still, as though one false move meant mutilation at >the hands of one of his "exes." It made his skin crawl the way that >Wanda and Morgan exchanged knowing looks . It felt as though their >eyes were boring a hole through his head. Or heart. Or... > >He shuddered and tried to find a window to look out of that wasn't >blocked by a female. He resolutely rested his gaze in the back of >the man in the suit and the trenchcoat's neck. > >Wanda sat erect with her hands clasped across her legs, holding them >close. She was UNcomfortable. Did anyone else seem to notice that >this entire scenario was bizzaro, or was it just her? She flet ver >alone. Who was this guy? Why were three people so intimately linked >stranded on the same stretch of road? It was too spooky. And the >girl in the front seat, well, she had her mind on other things to be >sure. There was NO WAY she was going to approach Mark. Slime-oid. >This left Morgan, who..must be okay, after all, she gave Mark the >boot, right? Or...it could be very bad and it could've been he who >gave her the boot. That was a terrifying thought. Someone who was >lower on the food chain than Mark? At least, in his World. > >Wanda was disheartened. Ahead, the lights of the diner nudged her >spirits and she thought about the driver. He picked us up and >brought us to civilization. That's cool. This place is my ticket >out. > >This place is my ticket out, thought Mark. > >I need a a place to hide, thought Morgan, fully aware that her >medication was just about worn off. > >We gonna have some fun tonight! thought Shirley. > >I want him, thought Margaret. > >I wonder what kinda pie they have here? thought Cooper. > > > >Visit me! We've just re-decorated. > >The Jonquil Room http://www.crisscross.com/Users/Antonello/G3.html > > **Make my day! SIGN MY GUESTBOOK!** > >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > ~ ~ > | | > //^\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ > // o \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ > // 0 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ >/| \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ > | [ ] | [ ] [ ] [ ] > | __ | Antonello House > | { | } | Last updated: > | { | } | November 1, 1996 >^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ > AFTER SIGNING MY GUESTBOOK... > >Visit THEOREMA and become a CITIZEN! >http://www.crisscross.com/Users/Antonello/theo/ > =============================================================== > > --------------------------- Once upon a time there was a boy who met a girl and really liked her. He chased her to and fro and she ran like mad, but then she suddenly stopped and he caught her. They were happy for a long time. Then another boy chased her and she ran and the first boy stomped his foot and the second boy collided with the girl when she suddenly stopped. They were happy for a long time. The first boy cried. But finally she ran again, this time back to the first. She knew he was the one. She finally knew. He was hurt, but he took her back, because he knew too. They lived happily ever after.