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To: Tomstocks who wrote (75)	8/21/1998 12:29:00 AM
From: R.E.B.	Respond to of 633

Part XI "Experience is what you get when......." Tom finds a table near a window and with two fingers gives the busty waitress the sign that he wants his usual, two R.E.B. deluxe tacos and a large R.E.B. coffee. Tom picks up a copy of the local "current" rag magazine and turns immediately to the singles ads. He takes out his yellow marker and begins to highlight the most promissing of ads for him to call. "What the hell, its free when you call from work", Tom chuckled to himself as he proceeded to highlight about a dozen ads. Tom, being an investment banker, figured dating was a numbers game just like finances. Call thirty a week, get seven to eight call backs, line up two dates, get laid once every six months. Only Tom would describe what he did with the trolls that responded to his invitation for dates as "getting laid". In fact, Tom's friends would pretend not to notice or recognize Tom when by chance they ran into Tom and one of his creatures in public. Tom's excuse, "At least they're breathing". Naber walked in at 6:25 a.m. wearing white slacks and a plaid jacket with four inch wide lapels. "Naber you look like you just fell off a parade float", Nougie said laughing as he talked. "Whats wrong with my clothes? Don Johnson on Miami Vice dresses like this" Nougie covered his mouth with one hand so Naber could not see how much he was laughing. "Listen Naber, Denice will be here any minute. I don't trust her. What ever she says, just nod your head and pretend to be interested but pay attention to my instructions. Understand?" "No problem. Us brokers stick together. Hey check out the waitress with the headlights. I think I'm in love" "Can I get you something", the waitress says as she approaches Naber. "Yea baby, can I have some fries to go with that shake?" Naber points to the obvious area of his attention, smiles, and moves his eye-brows up and down as rapidly as possible. "R.E.B. coffee for me honey", Naber finally says. "Naber, you might have better luck with women if you would brush your teeth once in a while". "Not to worry pal, I have breath spray" Naber whips out a small can of breath spray from the front pocket of his coat like he was drawing a gun from a holster. Outside, a young women in a green blouse and a man wearing dark glasses, hat and a trenchcoat talk in earnest. End of part XI.

To: Tomstocks who wrote (75)	8/21/1998 1:09:00 AM
From: R.E.B.	Respond to of 633

Part XII "Experience is what you get when....." David Lee was never very successful at his trade. While he always professed to be a hit man of sorts, he constantly leaned on his friend Robert Graham and lived in the shadow of his brother, the late Bruce Lee. For those who knew David, he was a hired bully who probably never killed anyone in his life, knew very little karate, but talked as if he had killed a dozen or more marks. His friend Graham would try to teach him the ropes and give him practical advice, like, don't wear a trench coat in the middle of summer. But Lee wanted to look the part of a hit man and in his mind it was a hat, dark glasses and trench coat. Lee had never married. He had more relationships than Graham because women either felt pitty for him, or they believed his exciting tales of mystery and excitement. Lee would often tell Graham, "I need the trench coat to hide all my guns that I carry". Lee liked guns but never used them on anything that could shoot back - except when he shot himself in the hand cleaning one of his automatics. Lee told girlfriends that he either got shot in a gunfight or shot himself on purpose just to see what it was like to get shot. Lee and Denice enter the R.E.B. cafeteria at the same time. Denice made a bee-line towards Nougie and Naber and took a seat at their table. Lee takes a seat at an empty table about 10 feet away from Denice. Graham glances around over the top of his menu and begins to take pictures with a small camera......"Say, that Denice is pretty nice looking, small boobs though, I'd do her in a minute", Graham says under is breath while he takes pictures. "click"........"zip" "click"........"zip" "click"........"zip" "click"........"zip" The camera shutter and autowinder do their work and alert no one to what is going on. "What the hell?", Graham whispers to himself. "Is that David Lee over there? What in the world is he doing here at the R.E.B. cafeteria?" As the cafeteria begins to fill up with customers, the smell of bacon, sausage and coffee fill the air. Large columns of smoke occasionally rise from behind the metal divider where the cooks prepare orders in earnest. Few empty tables remain at the R.E.B. cafeteria by this time. "Denice, this is Naber. Naber, this is Denice", Nougie says as he makes the introduction. "I like that blouse Denice. It looks good on you.", Naber says. "Green is your color". "Can-it Dangerfield. I'm not here for small talk. I'm here to talk about opening up some brokerage accounts with Nougie. I hear you can help us." "Can do my lady friend. Any friend of Nougie's is a friend of mine. How do you want the accounts styled?" "I think you should use my name Naber. After all, Denice is not Denice's real name and so far she has not disclosed her real name to us", Nougie says with confidence. "I say we use Kirk's name", Denice chimes in with authority. Nougie almost spits his coffee out as he chokes at the mention of his friend's name. "As you know Nougie, Kirk is "no longer around" what's the harm of using his name", Denice says as she smiles smartly. Nougie says nothing and ponders the thought obviously wrestling with the irony of the situation. Nougie's forehead wrinkles in thought and he begins to rub his chin and stare off into space as he thinks. End of Part XII

To: Tomstocks who wrote (75)	8/21/1998 2:25:00 AM
From: R.E.B.	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 633

Part XIII "Experience is what you get when......" Nougie finally agrees to the use of Kirk's name on the brokerage accounts. Naber would of course allow Nougie to sign on the accounts and make trades and transfer funds in Kirk's name. "Set up six account Naber. James Kirk, Captain Kirk, Jim Kirk, James T. Kirk, J. Kirk and J.T. Kirk", Nougie spouts out the orders. "Approve them for high-risk, speculation, margin approval, call writing and buying. And set up a money market checking account. And we'll need a book of temporary checks." Nougie explains how purchases, sales and check kiting will be handled. "You will get some black marks from the transfer agent, but who cares, the accounts will all be closed in two weeks", laughed Naber. "My small fee will be normal commission plus ten percent of the proceeds upon liquidation, the later paid to me in cash. Agreed?" "Agreed", acknowledges Nougie. "Agreed", acknowledges Denice. Once again the busty waitress approaches a new customer. Sitting at his table straining to hear the conversation taking place ten feet away, David Lee receives a tap on his shoulder. "Can I take your order sir", the waitress says. "WOW, yea, I'll take some fries to go with that Shake", Lee points at the two large DD trophies so prominently displayed, and talks at the same time, eyes hidden behind the dark sunglasses. "WAP!" The slap came from nowhere. Lee had never been slapped before so this one took him by surprise. In one moment of rage, retaliation and retribution, a hand came out of nowhere and at what seemed like a hundred miles an hour, impacted on the left side of David Lee's face; from the corner of his dark glasses down to the bottom of his jaw; the hand that felt like a club took Lee's face and spun it completely around to the point he was looking over his right shoulder. In what seemed like slow motion, Lee's dark glasses came flying off his nose and sailed across the room. Blood began to stream from the corner of Lee's left eye and bridge of his nose almost immediately. Lee lost his balance while spinning in his chair and the chair spun out from under him as he headed for the floor in a most ungraceful manner. "BANG!" "BANG!" The gun shots were extra loud inside the small area that made up the R.E.B. cafeteria. Two of Lee's guns had fallen from their jury-rigged trench coat holsters and fell to the tiled floor landing on their hammers. The impact caused each of the two guns to fire once. "AAAAEEEEEEEEEE", a woman's screem seem to fill the room at the same time the guns discharged. "SHIT", yelled Graham as he stood up so suddenly that his table was turned over. "SHIT, SHIT, SHIT" yelled Nougie, Naber and Denice almost in unison as they dove from their chairs to the floor not really comprehending what was going on yet. Tom's table was also turned over as he was so frightened from the shots that he fell out of his chair, held on to the table cloth and pulled his table on top of him. "HOLD UP, ROBBERY, POLICE" Tom was heard screaming. Tom urinated on himself as he struggled to wrap a table around himself as if to sheild himself from what he preceived to be a gun battle in progress. Graham reacted as he had trained himself to react and pulled his automatic from his waist band. Before he could think the large calibre pistol fired- BOMP! BOMP! BOMP! In a panic Graham fired into his own foot, into the floor and into the leg of David Lee. "AAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEE" "AAAAEEEEEE" Women were screaming and customers were running for the door. Five customers got to the door at the same time and literally crushed each other trying to squeeze through. One customer was trampled by fleeing customers as he made a break for the door on his hands and knees. Graham dropped his gun, picked up his chair and threw it through the plate glass window behind him. "CRRRAAASSSHHH" The sound of breaking glass is like no other sound. The chair made its way to the sidewalk outside the R.E.B. cafeteria and Graham, already bleeding from shooting himself in the foot, made his escape through the opening cutting himself even more on the jagged edges of the glass that remained in the window. Tom was heard to be yelling "MOMMY" more than once. David Lee grabed his wounded leg and clenched his teeth together as he curled in pain. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?", Nougie yelled to Naber, his face about two inches from Naber's. "I DON'T KNOW, BUT I KNOW WE DON'T WANT TO BE AROUND HERE!!!!!!" "YOU STUPID JERK", Denice yelled to Lee only a few feet away. "HELP ME DENICE", Lee pleaded. "HELP YOURSELF JERK", Denice screamed as she hustled out of the cafeteria running bent over about two feet from the floor with Naber and Nougie right behind her. "YOU KNOW THAT GUY?" yelled Nougie at Denice. "NO....YES.....WELL SHIT, HE'S MY BODYGUARD", Denice yells back, out of breath, as they run out the entrance to the R.E.B. cafeteria. "NICE GOING DENICE" "WHO'S CAPTAIN AMERICA THAT JUMPED THROUGH THE DAMN WINDOW BACK THERE?", Denice yelled. "HOW SHOULD I KNOW", yelled Nougie. "KEEP MOVING", yelled Naber. Police sireens were heard in the distance. First one, then two, then so many you could not count them...... louder..... closer.......louder........ closer.. "WAAAAEEEEEEEEE" "WAAAAEEEEEEEEE". "LETS GET OUT OF HERE", Naber yelled. Denice's car was closest and Nougie and Naber piled in as Denice started the car and put the gear in drive at the same time. Graham hobbled onto a slow moving bus just pulling away from a bus stop. He put money in the hopper all the while pretending not to be shot and not to be out of breath- but he looked like hell! "Mommy, that man's foot is bleading" a young girl on the bus was heard to say. "Shhhhhh", her mom responds turning her young daughter's head away from Graham. "DON'T MOVE ASS HOLE", a police officer was heard to command at Lee, gun pointed at his head. "SHIT", Lee said. "NOBODY MOVE, NOBODY MOVE", yelled several officers arriving on the scene. "LET ME SEE YOUR HANDS", an officer yells at Tom. Several officers were heard yelling- "SHOW ME YOUR HANDS OR YOU'RE DEAD" "PUT THEM UP, LET ME SEE THEM" "YOU, ON THE FLOOR" "CALL AN AMBULANCE" "SEAL OFF THE AREA" "SHOWMEYOURHANDSORYOU'REDEADSHITHEAD!!!!!!! End of Part XIII