On Monday 29 January 2007 21:01, Bob Kondrk wrote:
> On 1/29/07, Earl F Hampton III wrote:
> > Abruptly his attention flashes back to the woman, "You're who needs a
> > body guard," he declares, promptly sticking out his beefy paw in
> > introduction. "Captian Bartholomew Cuthbert, um former Captian
> > Bartholomew Cuthbert, hel, um well Bart'll do,"
>
> She reaches out with one of her relatively small hands and gives him a
> firm and friendly handshake. "I'm Dame Sharda Gidikki and it's a
> pleasure to meet you." Then, she looks down at her fanny pack and her
> pretty, blue-gray eyes turn rather sad for a moment. "Unfortunately,
> I am currently unable to afford your services..."
>
> > he sputters. "You're a lady?" he
> > finishes.
before glaring back down the walk at the couple approaching with a
look that clearly contains many of the words he's attempted to keep out of
his speech.
>
> Sharda just nods, not really wanting to elaborate on it.
Catching the slight movement out of the corner of his eye, his face grows
perplexed for a second before his eyes light up, "You're a real lady!"
Then as the 'unable to afford' sinks in, his mirth bounces off the
walls . "That man owes you a tall one," he laughs thrusting his hand at the
couple causing the duffle to swing helplessly from the strap still grasped
tightly in his extended hand.
With his other hand he starts to wipe a tear from the corner of his eye but
regrasps the door before it slams in the lady's face. The tear forgotten,
roles down his ruddy cheek before suspending itself from a jaw line that
hasn't been shaved since early morning or perhaps the night before.
Earl
