Commuter Express
Until the morning Bill glanced up. DAMN! Did he just see a naked woman standing in a window?
Until the morning Bill glanced up. DAMN! Did he just see a naked woman standing in a window?
“If you’re making waffles, Who is that in our bed?”
Thomas Benton said, “That’s what you get for 3 million six. The whole works. She’s not like those cheap Japanese silicone ‘Love Dolls’. They only can do one thing.”
“So, where are you going to find these dumb broads?”
“Well, there’s this big, new, 80 inch, wraparound 3-D, holo screen, and a 3-Fem program.”
“He said that the only method the church approves of is: If I’m flat on my back with my eyes closed, doing the Stations of the Cross in my mind. He’s a holy man.”
“Anything else?”
“He tells me of some of the things he hears in the confessional. He wants me to know these things so I can avoid them.”
“John Thompson, head of J T Industries, (JTI), was at the Halloween office party.”
Jim slowly moved his head over. There was warmth. He moved a bit more. Holy Shit! feathers! He leaped out of bed and turned on the light. He saw a beautiful, blue-eyed blonde, smiling up at him. But feathers?
Black beret, red lips, dangling cigarette, black and white striped top, no bra, black mini skirt, and high heels. He went over and looked carefully. “Ursula?”
“No.” She said in a French accent. “She ez weeth other customer.”
Richard saw all those White Swans, floating across the stage, and fell in love. He wanted to eat them up. He saw only one way to do it.