Date: Thu, 13 Feb 1997 20:00:00 -0500 From: Rqymond McDowell Subject: INT: HHR: Omar's Passion It was early morning on February 14th when the mischievious cupid sprites plopped Omar down on the doorstep of the HHR. The little brats had sobered up by then and were all complaining about their hangovers and how heavy the Arab was. "Every damned Valentine's day its the same thing," twittered one little bugger. "We have to work our little buns to the bone just to get a few meatheads to fall in love. You'd think by now they'd know how to do it themselves." The rest of the troupe joined in and continued their assault on the holiday as they flitted past Omar and into the Haven. Omar gathered himself together and stood up. He arranged his skirts and staightened his blouse. He realized he had lost one of his high heels on the way, so he was left with nothing to do but shuck the other other one. Then he straightened up and stepped inside. "I have had a vision," he declared loudly to no one in particular. "The prophet, he came to me in a hallucination and told me I have a mission. He said to me the mission was from Allah. I have come to proclaim my mission to the infidels." Omar would have continued but he was diverted by a beautiful young lady sitting in the corner. She had blue-black hair and was wearing a frilly blouse much like the one he had on and was kicking a twinky back and forth between her feet like a soccer ball. His breath started coming in short gasps. His heart began beating fiercely. His vision clouded over and he forgot what he was going to say. In an effort to impress the beautiful girl, he unbuttoned the first four buttons of his blouse to reveal his hairy chest(somehow intuiting the lady had a weakness for the hirsuit). He boldly walked over to her. "May I have this dance?" he pleaded. --------------------------------------------------------- http://www.hk.super.net/~kenjoe/ (click on the button in the upper right hand corner that says "Rays Page")