Originally posted by coquette27. Fritz, aka Doyle, turned to Moose and said, " I don't think he believed me. What now?" Moose , not making the slightest sign he'd heard a thing, continued to rub his silenced PPK. POP, POP. "Always I have to do it myself". He got on the phone , made arrangements to fly to the shooting location and thought to himself with a slight smile, "Shooting location, how appropriate".
26. Ron ended the call and went to the table and picked up his extra dry classic vodka martini with two olives and sighed. Will they never learn, he wondered.
Originally posted by coquette29. The lad noticed that Angelina was, what looked like, speaking to her "swizzle stick". Being in the "game" he sashayed closer to her in hopes of being able to pick up on the conversation. She looked at him, as if to say "What are you looking at?" He just tipped his hat, a ten gallon Stetson, and sauntered by. As he passed he did pick up the word (or name) Brad.
28. Angelina, aka, Sheila, sipped her tanqueray martini with an onion and fluttered her eyes at the handsome young lad, not realizing that he was an agent of MORDOC, the international so called "peacekeeping" liberation force. He smiled back and blushed. The plan was working, or so he thought.
Originally posted by Great Big Stees30. "No I don't want to and besides there are too many people around", she moaned, "And if the truth be known, I love him". The lad's ears once again were drawn to the conversation with the "swizzle stick". This time, rather than trying to be coy, he made the direct approach and said to her, "Excuse me but are you really talking to the swizzle stick?" At that prcise moment she turned her head and he noted the Blue Tooth in her ear. She replied, "What are you talking about?". Again he blushed and said that he was sorry and could he have her autograph for his father who was a BIG fan of hers. She said" Oh, of course what's his name?" to which he replied, "Ron....ya that's it Ron...just Ron".
29. The lad noticed that Angelina was, what looked like, speaking to her "swizzle stick". Being in the "game" he sashayed closer to her in hopes of being able to pick up on the conversation. She looked at him, as if to say "What are you looking at?" He just tipped his hat, a ten gallon Stetson, and sauntered by. As he passed he did pick up the word (or name) Brad.
34. This, however, was real life, well, real RHP Chess Life, and not some lame Hollywood script that relies on fantastic miracles. No, this was the real thing, and reality once again intervened . . . with a 6.5 earthquake in the valley. The building began to slide from side to side, theatrical set lights came crashing down, ceiling tiles were raining down and the steel constructed walls of the temporary soundstage ruptured in ribbons with insulation curling up and equipment sliding around. Everyone started to scream and run in every direction, with no escape, except those few who kept their wits and managed to squeeze through the sudden openings in the walls.