Cap Mandrake
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Joined: 11/15/2002 From: Southern California Status: offline
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*******Beach Cottage, Dunedin, New Zealand, May 22, 1943****** A middle aged woman draws an imaginary roccoco design on the naked body of her consort, who is lying prone in bed. She skirts close to a birthmark which looks amazingly like the island of Corregidor. Jean: Douggie, my little stud muffin? Number 2: Oh, you mean me? Jean: Yes silly. I...just wanted to say, when I came here, I was angry...about the wife swapping club..and....well..I wanted to kill you... Number 2: <tries to speak but she quiets him with a finger to his lips> Jean:...No, don't speak. I'm not done. I did want to kill you when I came here, but you have swept me off my feet again. Douggie, you seem a new man. You are more spontaneous and...well..then there are certain things about you that...well...just seem bigger. I know it's crazy, but it is just that thang you do. I do miss Arthur though and I want us to go back to Georgetown. Number 2: Can I talk now? Jean: Oh, yes sorry. Number 2: Where is Gerogetown? Jean: In Washington, silly. Number 2: I'm not sure they will let me...and who is Arthur? Jean: Your son silly. Come on Douggie, I'm serious. Number 2: Oh, yeah, I forgot. Jean: Well? Number 2: But what about my coastwatching duties? Jean: Oh, silly there aren't any Japs around for a thousand of miles. Number 2: That is what they want you to think. They are good at camouflage. By the way, who is watching Arthur if you are here? Jean: Au Cheu. Number 2: Wait..your'e kidding .."Ah Chew"...haahahah...who is her brother "silent but deadly"? Hahahhaa. Hey watch this! <he stands and begins swallowing air> ommp...ommmmp...ommmp. ...ommmmp.ommmp....ommmp.... <he trows his head back and begins to belch> M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P <then nothing> DAMNIT! I ALMOST MADE IT! DID YOU HEAR THAT? I WAS THAT CLOSE!....
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