Originally posted by coquette231. "Snookered, is that what you mean Sheila?", said Syl, the dolt that he was. "Yes that's it exactly", replied Sheila. I've got to rid myself of this piece of baggage, she thought, but how? "Latitsia, do you really want to become a part of this team or are you just playing at it? I have a way for you to solidify that intention if you're up to it."
230. Sheila wanted to strangle the idiot with her own hands and would have if he were there in front of her. Look, Syl, what exactly do you think Fritz is going to do now? Do you think we have any chance to come out of this alive? We are totally "____________." (age 13 membership filtering)
232. Latitsia, "L", "tits" thought about it. On the one hand she very much did, and on the other hand, maybe not. Which? It was like buying new red stilletos. One had to decide. Fire engine red patent leather? Black lace trim or not? Straps? Open toes? So many possibilities? Did she or didn't she. If she did, what would she be asked to do? Oh wait, right, the game. I need to get my head back in the game! 6 inch spikes! that's right. patent leather, real leather. No knock offs. No synthetics. Dark hose with those. Which move? Let me try and remember for a moment? Well, either way . . I'm sure it doesn't really make a difference. Maybe it does though? Darn it, Mom is going to be so angry if I mess this up.
Originally posted by coquette233. Sheila waited, somewhat, patiently for Latitsia to come back with an answer, any answer. Finally she decided to make the move and texted her... "Well what'll be?" "Tits" replied with "I'm in . Gee Mom you and Daddy are soooo much alike...Chillax". That was all Sheila neede. Her terse response was "Forget it". Now I have to think of whomelse I can get to doo the deed since Latitsia is obviously not committed enough to become a team player. So she dialed up.......
232. Latitsia, "L", "tits" thought about it. On the one hand she very much did, and on the other hand, maybe not. Which? It was like buying new red stilletos. One had to decide. Fire engine red patent leather? Black lace trim or not? Straps? Open toes? So many possibilities? Did she or didn't she. If she did, what would she be asked to do? Oh wait, right, t ...[text shortened]... ifference. Maybe it does though? Darn it, Mom is going to be so angry if I mess this up.
Originally posted by coquette225. She dialed up his number and got a recording..." You reached Lance Bakersville, I'm not home now but if you leave a message I'll get back to you as soon as I can".....Beeeeeeep. "Perfect", she huffed, " I guess I'll have to go to my second choice". She always had a back up. She pressed speedial # 2 and waited for it to be picked up........
224. The most inconspicuous and least likely and most deeply embedded agent she had. None other than H2O, code name "water"
Originally posted by coquette227 "OK C-Man enough of the Dawg talk I've got a "job" for you. You up for it?" "Well it all depends what is it you need Sheila?" " I'm going to say this once and that's it I need you to take care of someone for me that someone being.....Let me guess Doyle or Fritz right?" There was a long pause and Sheila said, "forget it I think I have another idea. Talk to you later". She hung up, took a Matinee Slim out of her purse and lit it, inhaling deeply she thought................
226. Yo. Word. Wazzup Ya'll. Gi down wi dat an leave yo scat, I be rat at ya'lls track. Chill till the deal.
226. Mild and smooth. Long, slim and brown. She didn't inhale, of course, but she did relax and think it all over. This mess had to be cleaned up and fast. Viktor's protoge. He would be the one who could handle this. That organization was pricey, that's true, but they are fast and efficient. Plush, whatever they do can't be traced back to her. She called Andre.
Originally posted by coquette227. "Andre it's Sheila" "I know , even though you have a a "special" number I can circumvent that. Now what can I do for you?" "I need your services but times have been.....well tough lately and I was wondering if it were possible to get a bit of a break, should I get you to help me out" "Unfortunately Sheila I have no say in that, you'll have to talk to Viktor but I'm sure he can work something out. You do know of course that he "has a thing for you" right?" Sheila did know that and was hoping that it would be her trump card if it were necessary. She hung up and dialed Viktor.
226. Mild and smooth. Long, slim and brown. She didn't inhale, of course, but she did relax and think it all over. This mess had to be cleaned up and fast. Viktor's protoge. He would be the one who could handle this. That organization was pricey, that's true, but they are fast and efficient. Plush, whatever they do can't be traced back to her. She called Andre.
Originally posted by coquette230. "The only reason you've ever called me was because you couldn't get anyone else. That my dear is the the price you pay for my... well Andre's services. Actually I think I will personally take care of this request myself. Now what is it you want?" Sheila held her breath momentarily then blurted out.......
229. Please Viktor, not the last of my 90% dark Ghiardelli! Please, not that!
RED HOT PAWN GENERAL FORUM COMMUNITY EXPERIMENT (2008 and 2009)
GREAT 21st CENTURY NOVEL
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"2009: AN UNTITLED CACOPHONY"
(Twenty Five Down/Three to Go)
Chapter One..... 'Orwellian Horns in Traffic'
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Chapter Two..... 'Few Roads Lead Home'
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Chapter Three.. 'Nostradamus Flunked Med School'
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Chapter Four... 'Images in Mirrors Within Mirrors'
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