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

To: Jeffrey S. Mitchell who wrote (102)	6/17/1998 9:55:00 PM
From: E	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 766

"Did someone call me?" said a tall, homely guy with a lot of long black hair and wearing some shades who had been staring indiscriminately and lasciviously at the various females in the ambulance, and making suggestions so lewd to each of them in turn, but mostly to them in pairs, that Jeffrey Mitchell felt almost embarrassed to recount what the suggestions were to the curious crowd; but embarrassed or not, he did so, even though a few other things might well happen before he screws up his courage to speak:

To: Jeffrey S. Mitchell who wrote (102)	6/17/1998 10:31:00 PM
From: Mel Viticus	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 766

Meanwhile, in a mahogany clad conference room in the bowels of Beverly Hills' business district, a meeting convened to determine the whereabouts of one Muffy Murphy, the missing heiress of the famous Murphy's Oil Soap fortune.It seems that young Muffy had been estranged from her parentage during her teenage years. Since that time her father--Murray Murphy--a bartender by trade--had fallen into a deep depression and began planning to "end it all" by mixing a concoction of poison. Little could he know that the script for his demise would soon change... As he brought the Grim Reaper's formula to his lips, he noticed a stray thread in the fabric of his shirt cuff. Enraged at his imperfection, he spilled just a few drops of his newly created potion to the basement floor..... To his shock, the mixture revitalized the rich grains of the aging walnut parquet of his working area... (A retreat where he had spent so many fulfilling hours trying on women's clothing) Murray Murphy had stumbled across a fantastic new furniture cleaning formula. He made millions that year with Murphy's Oil Soap, but he soon expired in a fiery car crash. The search was now on for the young Muffy.