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To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (8427)	3/3/1998 2:19:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Rambi held the unconscious but not particularly burdensome Juan in her strong young arms as the Hispanically zaftig woman looked beyond her, her broad features breaking into a wide smile which, like her outfit, resembled her husband's. Rambi wondered if they had each lost the same right front incisor intentionally. Bub was turning on the charm and the woman was absolutely giggly. She took Bub's hand and they disappeared toward Casa Yadayada, Rambi watching in somewhat befuddled amazement. Bub never looked back; he certainly could hold a grudge. SHe was distracted by the sound of a gleeful cackling from around the side of the shed. Quickly throwing Juan over her shoulder, she flattened herself against the wall of the ramshackle building as the head of a very large chicken thrust itself around the corner. It crowed in delight at the sight of her, or perhaps it was Juan who brought about such a burst of chickeny joy. Whichever, Rambi did not like the way it was licking its beak. She threw Juan into the shed, turned and slammed the door behind them, realizing as she did so that she had dropped her beloved Uzi on the ground outside in order to catch Juan on his descent into her arms. As if on cue, he moaned and she turned to him, pulling out the Essential Spanish for Tourists from her thong. Hay otro hotel en esta ciudad? she asked, reading the first entry she found, hoping to impress him with her grasp of his language. Por favor pr‚steme su sombrero He looked somewhat puzzled, but took off the funny flat hat which hung from around his neck and handed it to her. She supposed it was some sort of ritual greeting. She had no hat, but produced a Power Bar from her thong and presented it to him. They stared at each other.

To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (8427)	3/3/1998 2:21:00 PM
From: epicure	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

Eemelda opened her eyes slowly. She was cold, and uncomfortable and...her wrists were tied. She started to chew on the tape over her mouth with her incredibly sharp teeth, which she had filed into nasty little points at the insistence of Juan, who liked some muy strange things in the bedroom. As she chewed she could hear Bub talking to that silly gringa, nasty Bub- how could she have been attracted to such a man, such a coward, such a ...She had chewed through, now to remove the tape on her wrists. As she ripped through the bandages with her 7 incisors (how she missed the one Juan had accidentally knocked out)she thought about what she would do to Bub. the chicken was too easy a way out. No, she would throw him in her leech pit, he would last quite a while down there. And she would be able to taunt him, as he stood in the dark muddy pit thinking of the mistake he made in double crossing her, Eemelda. Foolish hunky man. He didn't not know of the fury of the Eemelda scorned. Eemelda picked up a faux stone doggy holding a basket full of towels. Tossing the towels aside she crept up on the back of the nefarious Bub. Whack, a sickening thud resounded in the room. Bub fell slowly in a perfect dead fall to the floor. "Well, helps me silly gringa," said Eemelda to the startled Vagina. "Gets me the bedspreads, I throwing theess guys to my leetle leeches. Tu helps me, I gives you something nice."

To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (8427)	3/3/1998 2:44:00 PM
From: Janice Shell	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Vagina's heart began to race. Yes. Oh YES! The same abundant honeycolored chest hair, the same tortoiseshell eyeglasses. Her dainty hands tightened reflexively on the the Casull; it grew slippery in her grasp. She glanced down. DAMN that Giorgio! He'd PROMISED that the new nail polish, with its Rectite binding agent, would last for weeks! And here it was chipped already! She flushed with embarrassment. Appearances--STYLE--had always been so important to Alan. Would he find it in his sensitive heart to forgive this lapse? Vagina trembled, and drew a shallow breath...