Date:         Sat, 5 Jul 1997 19:30:45 -0400
From: Judy Ray <ray@CONTINET.COM>
Subject:      Re: Re[2]: INT: PAAP: A New Arrival

>          Judy chugs down her bottle of Corona, gets up and walks
>          over to the frog, careful not to step on any broken glass.
>          She nudges Alc with her shoe.
>
>          Alc slowly regains consciousness. The first thing he sees
>          when comes to is the fly that's taken up residence on
>          Judy's shoulder.


And Judy, resisting the obvious line (Ain't no flies on me, buster!),
notices Alc's eyes are staring somewhat to the right of her, but
focused more closely on her, as if he's staring at something
on her right shoulder.  She turns her head to the right, and
there, on her own shoulder sits a pesky fly!  "Hey, what do you
think you're doing there?" she says to the fly, lifting her
left hand to brush him off.  But Alc, by now eyeing that fly
hungrily, grabs her hand, saying "If I may, my lady?" and before
she can react, his long long long tongue flies out of his
mouth, curls around that fly, and whisks back into his mouth,
so fast she's not sure she really saw it happen.  "Wow", she
says, "pretty talented tongue, Alc.  Ummm, can I buy you a
Corona, or offer you some Chili Lime Tostitos, or maybe
some Russian Cream?"
        Meanwhile, back at the table, Komrade Rqy is munching
away, crumbs flying everywhere, spilling out of his mouth into
one hand, and while he's grabbing at those Tostitos with
his right hand, in between fresh loads he's using his left
to stuff what crumbs he's managed to catch into his mouth.  It's
a sad thing to see an addict given free access to his drug,
and Rqy is a sorry spectacle.  Judy, though preoccupied with
Alc and his talented tongue, just can't stand by and let this
happen.  She scoops up the frog and marches back to the table.
        "Hey guy, time for an intervention", she declares.
And she reaches down, grabs that bag of Tostitos, drops it
in her suitcase, fastens the suitcase closed and locks it,
taking the key and putting it down her shirt, to nestle
in her warm cleavage.  "What was that about June Cleaver?", she
thinks.  "Hmmm, maybe this isn't the safest spot after all....."