Round 2

CJ · 5th-December-2002, 12:07 PM

The cold night rain still beat against the room's window, but went unnoticed as Wendy stared intently into the PC's screen. The forum talk was once more about Sheena's stroking trousers and serial airsteppers but a warm smile played on Wendy's lips. She sipped her drink again thought again what to do, as with the Xmas dances approaching what could she do about .......

.......her desperate need for more dances with Gus. Those orange trousers shone brightly in her memory - even more vividly than the kilt. Banishing those wicked thoughts momentarily to the back of her mind, she turned around as......

...the noise from something being posted through the letter box broke her from her reverie. Upon investigation it turned out to be a little model drummer girl in a plastic tube. 'Hmm' thought Wendy whimsically ' I dont remember ordering such Scottish touristy tat! Must be a joke thought up by...'

Jean- Claude - that wonderful French hunk she had met whilst in Paris, he played the drums in one of the local bands and loved to watch her, as she danced seductively in her little mini-kilt. Now her thoughts turned to those carefree youthfull days as she turned the small figure over and over in her hand. So lost was she, in this foreign land of long ago, that she didn't even notice.........

....the note dropping from the plastic tube. Eventually her daydreaming was interrupted by the phone ringing, and she went to answer it. It was Brady calling to ask if......

......she'd had anymore thoughts about that surprise visit back to gay Paris. On hearing the question, voiced in Brady's concerned tones, Wendy realised that nothing as trivial as Franck's last playlist was going to stop her reliving those wistful days and that ctastrophic night when she missed Jean-Claude, unknown to her, by those 5 fateful minutes. As if her guardian angel was throwing his last hand into the table, Santana's Flor d'Luna came on the radio and she thought maybe, just maybe....

Box of Frogs · 6th-December-2002, 12:18 AM

She used to be someone you could depend on
To brighten up the coldest winter day
But the one she leaned upon
Let her down, now has moved on
And so begins another lonely day

5th-December-2002, 12:07 PM	#1 (permalink)
CJ Senior Member Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Fife. Posts: 4,983 Rep Power: 6 Reputation Total: 1744	Round 2 The cold night rain still beat against the room's window, but went unnoticed as Wendy stared intently into the PC's screen. The forum talk was once more about Sheena's stroking trousers and serial airsteppers but a warm smile played on Wendy's lips. She sipped her drink again thought again what to do, as with the Xmas dances approaching what could she do about ....... .......her desperate need for more dances with Gus. Those orange trousers shone brightly in her memory - even more vividly than the kilt. Banishing those wicked thoughts momentarily to the back of her mind, she turned around as...... ...the noise from something being posted through the letter box broke her from her reverie. Upon investigation it turned out to be a little model drummer girl in a plastic tube. 'Hmm' thought Wendy whimsically ' I dont remember ordering such Scottish touristy tat! Must be a joke thought up by...' Jean- Claude - that wonderful French hunk she had met whilst in Paris, he played the drums in one of the local bands and loved to watch her, as she danced seductively in her little mini-kilt. Now her thoughts turned to those carefree youthfull days as she turned the small figure over and over in her hand. So lost was she, in this foreign land of long ago, that she didn't even notice......... ....the note dropping from the plastic tube. Eventually her daydreaming was interrupted by the phone ringing, and she went to answer it. It was Brady calling to ask if...... ......she'd had anymore thoughts about that surprise visit back to gay Paris. On hearing the question, voiced in Brady's concerned tones, Wendy realised that nothing as trivial as Franck's last playlist was going to stop her reliving those wistful days and that ctastrophic night when she missed Jean-Claude, unknown to her, by those 5 fateful minutes. As if her guardian angel was throwing his last hand into the table, Santana's Flor d'Luna came on the radio and she thought maybe, just maybe.... __________________ Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference. www.readitandweep.net Risk more than others think safe; dream more than others think practical; care more than others think wise; desire more than others think possible.. ... then the Universe is yours.

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6th-December-2002, 12:18 AM	#2 (permalink)
Box of Frogs Registered User Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Village Pond, Scotland Posts: 16 Rep Power: 3 Reputation Total: 10	She used to be someone you could depend on To brighten up the coldest winter day But the one she leaned upon Let her down, now has moved on And so begins another lonely day

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