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

To: TEDennis who wrote (229)	8/5/1998 10:46:00 AM
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"Don't answer the goddam phone!" screamed Muffy, who was near hysterics. The Room Service Guy replied that because the caller might be the hotel manager with instructions for him, he really had no choice but to answer it. He began to rise from the frothy water, but his movement was inhibited by Muffy's firm grip on his head. She clutched it by the ears in both hands, pushing downward with a force greater than that with which The Room Service Guy was attempting to rise. The alarmed gentleman felt his face submerge, and, desirous of breathing, increased his efforts to extricate himself from Muffy's grasp. He managed by dint of effort and a strategy he had learned from similar experiences with other affectionate guests, to raise his head sufficiently to regain access to an oxygen supply. He shot his right leg forward, kicking his admirer with a grinding heel in a personal location; but in the case of this guest, the strategy seemed oddly to backfire! Muffy seemed undiscouraged, in fact seemed to grow even more frenzied, and after a momentarily start, manifested by some gutteral cries and a few spasmodic shudders, which hiatus permitted Room Service to rise to his feet on the telephone's third ring, Muffy threw her arms around the man's knees in what he interpreted as a warm invitation to remain in her company. But having started his career in Hotel Services as a luggage- carrying bellman, and only recently graduated to the more adventurous one of Room Service Runner, our hero possessed a quite developed musculature, and Muffy was unable any longer to detain him. The handsome and muscular fellow proceeded apace to the telephone, slowed in his mission only slightly by the necessity to drag the naked Muffy, who was hugging his left ankle with all her might and a look of avid determination on her irregular features, step by heavy step, behind him, across the carpet. He picked up the phone on its ninth ring.