A: (Walks into the office with a huge bag from a
nearby hamburger eatery, not the fast food sort but the gourmet sort) Breakfast!
Z: (Offers a sing-song tune in Popeye’s pal
Wimpy’s fashion, not at all puzzled by her breakfast choice) I’ll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger
today.
A: No worries, you’ll get it next time and the
time after and the time after that and….
Well, you get the idea. (Uses her
pretty grin that she thinks is irresistible.
So do all four dogs who are suddenly yelping and leaping) They love me.
Z: And your burgers…. Which leads me to the
question. Why?
A: m’Partner-of-literary-quests, you do not know
what day it is? You josh me for sure. (All said in her best Hill-Willie voice)
Z: Thursday, and who is Josh?
A: I’ll give you a hint. According to Matthew McConaughey, “Man who
invented the hamburger was smart; man who invented the cheeseburger was a
genius.” (She actually unscrewed a light
bulb and held it above her head for effect)
Z:
(Reaches for the bag but it is now held
over her head with the bulb) What’s that
have to do with Josh, or burgers on Thursday?
A: Are you ready to be a carpenter who picked up
his hammer and saw?
Z: I am ready to tackle you and snatch those
buns filled with meat.
A: Stop talking dirty to me you devil-toned rascal.
Z: Feed me... Seymour... feed me all night long!
A: (Opens the bag, unwraps a huge, plain burger
and drops pieces into the doggies’ open mouths)
Think about it.
Z: (Laps off the corner of his mouth
anticipatory droll... yes... more the show) Errrr…. Did you put pickles on mine?
A: (Holds out two burgers) Extra pickles on both. ( She sniffs them and bounces her
eyebrows) So what is today? Need another hint?
Z: (Grabs the proffered treats, and bites into
one before the wrapping is completely undone, moans softly) Sure… hint away.
A: Let me tale ya:
Well, a ravenous truck driver
stopped at Sally’s Super Sumptuous Roadside Diner for lunch and ordered the
triple-sized cheeseburger, deluxe coffee, and a double portion of apple pie. As
he was about to eat, three bikers pulled up. They came in, and one grabbed the
trucker's cheeseburger out of his hand, took a huge bite from it, sat on the
stool and proceeded to polish it off. The second biker drank the trucker's
coffee, and the third biker wolfed down both slices of apple pie. The truck
driver didn't say a word, just paid the cashier and left. When he was gone, the
bikers snickered and congratulated each other for being such bad asses.
As the cashier walked up, a biker growled, "He ain't
much of a man is he?"
"He's not much of a driver either," replied the
cashier. "He just backed his 18 wheeler over three motorcycles." (Smacks her thigh… it jiggles… and
laughs) Now, do you understand?
Z: (Working on his second burger in between sips
of the sweet tea, Ang also generously, gregariously, graciously provided)
{Note: Ang typed in the words generously, gregariously, graciously} An ok joke, I give it six thumbs up out of
eleven.
A: Ok, this is it. (Daintily opens her small wrapped burger and
nibbles… she ate her larger two on the way to the office) Listen well.
Are hamburgers male?
Z: (Shrugs and holds back a burp as he tosses
away the empty wrappers) Yes, because
they're boygers, not girlgers!
A: And…?
Z: What?
A: You're a boyger.
Z: Are you threatening to eat me?
A: No.
What is today?
Z: Hide From Hungry Ang Day.
A: Geeze, you should know this, it’s National
Cheeseburger Day!
Z: Really?
Wow. Can’t believe I forgot. Who’s Josh?
(As they start working, he wonders if she’ll leave early, so he could
indulge in the burgers he bought earlier in anticipation of this special day)
KILLER
DOLLS EXCERPT
She struggled but he refused to release
her. He couldn't let her do anything that might spread the ricin. Gallagher had
provided photos of ricin victims. He would not, not allow this to harm Letti.
No one was to be hurt. Not again. Not on his watch. That imperative directed
his next decisions.
His hold was an aphrodisiac,
animalistic, driven, homogeneous with her want, placated by only submission to
it, and her body began to respond. Shallow short breaths followed the intense
heat smoldering in her groin, incinerating any resistance, and guaranteeing
conflagration of raging flames of lust. The tight, pucker of her nipples
signaled her growing arousal, and heaviness attached itself to her breasts,
having that need to be touched. She surrendered to his authority, submitted,
and urged him with her acquiesces to take more.
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