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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 (287)	9/24/1998 10:44:00 AM
From: mph	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 766

The bright shiny object was a small mirror, Muffy found as she knelt to retrieve it from beneath the bench. Gazing into its depths through the billowing steam, she noted with approval the clarity of her pores and the flush in her cheeks. "Not bad," she thought. Just then the door to the sauna was flung open by an athletically-built, auburn haired man she had never seen before. With a flicker of a smile crossing his lips as he surveyed the glistening Muffy, he said "Did anyone here order a pizza?" Muffy was so relieved to have been rescued from probable death that she threw her arms around the man's neck, effectively catapulting both of them onto the bedroom floor. "Awesome," he said. "I've never seen anyone react to pepperoni like that!" As Muffy and the delivery man disentangled themselves, a process which appeared to be too elongated (at least to Muffy's way of thinking), there came a knock on the motel room door. Before Muffy could answer the door, the knob turned and in walked a stunning blond with armloads of packages, most of which bore the names of Saks and Neiman Marcus. "Excuse me," said the woman, "My name is Jan. I've just completed a massive shopping expedition and heard that you were in need of some new clothes." Seeing Muffy's perpetual nakedness, Jan muttered, "Well, clothes anyway..." Muffy eagerly began rifling through Jan's extensive array of sartorial tidbits. But before she could assemble just the perfect ensemble, screaming and yelling erupted in the parking lot outside the motel room door. Thinking that it could be the result of a reversal in the NYSEBP, Jan went to the window, drew back the curtain and peered out to see......