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Pastimes : Muffy's Story: A Short Story Game for Would Be Authors -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: E who wrote (2)	6/15/1998 12:12:00 AM
From: TEDennis	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 766

Curiosity got the better of her. She paused, looked up into TED's eyes, grinned mischievously, then grabbed the object and yanked it away from its packaging. It was a gray, rectangular object about 2 inches wide by 4 inches long, and 1 inch deep. Muffy had the feeling she had seen this object, or one similar to it, before. She retreated to her desk where she could examine the object in better lighting. One end of the object had metal edges, while the other contained a digital display. The digits were set at 686,235,339. What could this mean? What is this strange device? She glanced back at TED, her quizzical eyes asking the obvious question. "Hey!", said TED. "Give me back my copier key!". Just then, the window which Muffy had looked through just moments before started alternating colors. "How weird!", thought Muffy, as she laid the copier key on her desk and walked towards the window. Then she realized ... it was a police car outside with its beacons spinning. The police were examining the fallen motorcycle. They looked up at the window. They saw Muffy looking back at them. One of the policemen drew his revolver, and ran towards the front door of Muffy's office building. "You cover the back, I'll go through the front", he yelled. His partner took off around the building. Muffy turned away from the window to where TED was standing. But, he wasn't there. "He must have fled through the kitchen access door", thought Muffy. And, she noticed that the key to the copy machine was gone. The policeman knocked on the door. Muffy opened it immediately. "Where is he?", asked the tall, ruggedly handsome policeman. Muffy shrugged, her thoughts more on sensual moments with this man of men than on the stranger she had so recently fondled. The policeman continued, "That motorcycle outside has been reported stolen. The owner, a guy named TED, reported that all his keys, identification, and other personal belongings were stolen from his hotel room while he was napping." Just then, shots rang out from behind the building ...