Date:         Sat, 11 Oct 1997 10:20:54 -0400
From: "Maryanne C. Stahl" <MCSHum@AOL.COM>
Subject:      Re: INT: Haunted House!

In a message dated 97-10-10 13:49:16 EDT, TCZJ32B@PRODIGY.COM (BARBARA
HARRIS) writes:
<snip>
<< Hand smiled to himself, which of course nobody could see since he was
 after all, just a disembodied hand.  He loved being asked to help.  It
 gave him such a sense of ultimate control, and the power coursed through
 his veins, what few he had, and energized him.  He pointed firmly to the
 black dress, knowing it was much more than just a dress.  It would be
 interesting to get to watch this one's change.  The other dress would
 leave her too much like herself. >>

  Bunny and Barbara had dressed and followed Hand to the dark corner of the
room, when suddenly the door burst open and light spilled across the floor,
for a moment blinding everyone except Hand, whose sight of course was
embodied in his touch.
  A piercing scraping sound, not unlike chalk across a blackboard, caused
Bunny to cover her ears and stamp her foot, while Barbara frowned, pursed her
lips and focused her "seen-it-all" eyes on the spectacle before them.
  There stood Maryanne, draped in a flowing toga of diaphonous silk-chiffon,
dragging her huge valise through the door.
  Hand scampered over to her, wagging a long finger as he chastised.  "Well!
It's about time you got here!" he said in a voice entirely different from his
former baritone.  Now his words came out in a peevish whine  --in fact, he
sounded exactly like Barbara's gay hairdresser back home.
  Maryanne collapsed atop her valise.  With a hand melodramatically pressed
to her damp forehead, she exclaimed, "Well, I made it, at least.  With no
help from you, I might add."
  Hand gave her a cold , one-digit, stare.
  "You'd think a disembodied hand might be a girl's best friend..." Maryanne
complained, staring back at Hand's bitten thumbnail, knowing it was a sore
spot with him.
  "Oh, sure," Hand pouted.  "As if your many other disembodied body-part
friends don't provide enough services to you!"
  Barbara and Bunny exchanged glances.  Then Bunny, flushing with excitement,
asked, " What sort of parts are we talking about here?" She licked her lips,
causing them to puff with collagen-less sensuality.  A wispy red curl hung
over one eye.
  Maryanne looked from Bunny to Barbara and shrugged.  "Whatever," she
replied with a world-weary sigh.  "But let's get down to business, shall we?"
  And with that, she extracted a shining key from between her ample breasts,
and inserted it into the lock on the valise.

--Maryanne********************************************************************
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