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To: TEDennis who wrote (316)	10/28/1998 1:25:00 PM
From: TEDennis	Read Replies (1) of 766

Muffy leaned against the street sign, waiting not-so-patiently for all the hubbub surrounding the semi's abrupt entrance to the java joint to subside. The California Highway Patrol motorcycle policemen (there's that urge for chocolate CHiPs again!) were busily interviewing everybody who had been in the building. They received a particularly nasty response from a redheaded lady who was scrutinizing a contract. Knowing what was good for them, they backed off and left her to her all consuming activities. A male passerby stopped momentarily to review the scene. A vintage MacDonald's semi wedged into the front of a java joint. People milling around. Nobody too excited. In fact, several people had a dazed look on their face. Somewhat subdued, actually. Like they'd been drugged. Shrugging his shoulders and attributing their facial expressions to the standard San Francisco java joint stupor, he walked on. Muffy almost fell asleep leaning against the street sign. She looked around for someplace to sit down for a while. "Hmmm ... that motorcycle cop won't be needing his bike for a while", she thought as she straddled the big Harley. "Oh, look! He left the keys in the ignition!" Muffy turned the key. Nothing happened. She looked around for the kill switch. It was in "Run" mode. "No kick starter. Where's the starter switch? Oh, here it is." Varoooom! The Harley sprang to life. "Always liked the sound of a Harley", thought Muffy. "Too bad these cops muffled the sound. If this were my bike, I'd remove the baffle." Muffy was enjoying the throbbing of the hot machine between her legs. Her thoughts wandered to better days and better times. Like the time when those 3 heavily muscled guys from the Health Club came over and ... Just then Norma jumped on the buddy seat (interesting ... a cops' motorcycle with a buddy seat?) and yelled "Let's go! Get us out of here!" Startled, Muffy shifted the big bike into 1st gear and popped the clutch. Away they went, up the street, weaving through all the people standing around the accident scene. The motorcyle cops were so busy interviewing the witnesses that they didn't even notice one of their bikes had been stolen. Muffy glanced over her shoulder at Norma. Norma's expression was one of intense excitement. She was grinning from ear to ear. "What's the deal?" asked Muffy ...

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