Date: Sat, 20 Feb 1999 01:25:20 -0600 From: Merideth Johnston Subject: [WRITERS] INT: The Sweetheart Ball He stepped into the Sweating Pig Tavern to the chorus of multiple snoring. It seems there had been a party, and everyone there was konked out, bodies draped around the room. Well, no time to wait for the sleeping beauties to awaken, he'd just leave a note on the door. Party Monday Night Arrive early to help with the decorations Black tie, clothing optional that means fancy, so hose off first and I still say pigs don't sweat that's why they like to wallow in mud so much 8-) Brandon the Bad Then he hit the road headed for Highway 41, and a little alien friend. The place looked deserted as he rolled in, the Cafe had boarded up windows and weeds growing through the asphalt. He went around back where the dumpsters used to be, and took in the field with tall grass gently undulating in the soft breeze. He lit a cigarette and tried to bring to mind a vision of Judy. Before long, he saw a flash of black and orange out of the corner of his eye, and heard a definite *Hold on to your trousers, darlin', I'm busy catchin' lunch* somewhere in the back of his mind. He had to laugh at the Bette Davis drawl. Then he brought up a vision of a can of tuna, packed in spring water. Albacore, and dolphin safe. That ought to tempt the lady. ******************** Monica's Erotica Contest ************************ Merideth Johnston, Contest Judge ********** VOTE! ************ VOTE! ************* VOTE! ************* Take a look at Monica's Erotica Contest and write to "Merideth Johnston" If you need a copy of the entries, write to me and I'll send 'em to ya. Critiques are desired! Please send them to me privately, and I'll forward them to the authors. You can also post them to the list if you prefer. Authors are not to respond until after the voting is over, to maintain anonymity. Send votes to merideth@sky.net and AngusAgnes@AOL.COM merideth@sky.net ;)-{8-->= li'l wimyn @-{--E=