Alphabet Story

batyler65

Adam looked out over the sea of churning humanity in the street beneath his balcony.

Below him the crush of people might be milling about aimlessly, but his heart knew only one purpose.

Counting back from a hundred, he heard the name Laura over and over in his head...

Ding dong.

Evan was at the door. Oh, crap!

"Forget it, Evan," Adam shouted. "I'm not letting you back in!"

"Good! I didn't want to come in. I'm only here to return your...

Hot Babes magazine. But if you don't want it...

I'll just give it to Justine to cut up for scrap."

"Justine?! Oh god, no! She thinks I'm gay--you can't blow my cover like that!"

"Keep refusing to let me in and it's blown, bro!"

"Laura will be here in a minute. I can't let you in now. I'm naked."

"Maybe you'd like Laura to see what kind of reading material you really keep around the house--instead of all those Steinem treatises and Susan Faludi feminist tomes you leave laying around just to impress her!"

"Nooo! Hold on a minute. I'm coming."

"Oh," said Evan when Adam answered the door and saw not one, but two people standing outside. "Did I forget to mention that Laura was with me? Oops!"

Poor Adam!

Quite a sticky situation he managed to land himself in.

Realizing there was nothing he could do about it now, Adam ran a hand through is unkempt hair, and tried not to look so naked.
 

maestrowork

Adam looked out over the sea of churning humanity in the street beneath his balcony.

Below him the crush of people might be milling about aimlessly, but his heart knew only one purpose.

Counting back from a hundred, he heard the name Laura over and over in his head...

Ding dong.

Evan was at the door. Oh, crap!

"Forget it, Evan," Adam shouted. "I'm not letting you back in!"

"Good! I didn't want to come in. I'm only here to return your...

Hot Babes magazine. But if you don't want it...

I'll just give it to Justine to cut up for scrap."

"Justine?! Oh god, no! She thinks I'm gay--you can't blow my cover like that!"

"Keep refusing to let me in and it's blown, bro!"

"Laura will be here in a minute. I can't let you in now. I'm naked."

"Maybe you'd like Laura to see what kind of reading material you really keep around the house--instead of all those Steinem treatises and Susan Faludi feminist tomes you leave laying around just to impress her!"

"Nooo! Hold on a minute. I'm coming."

"Oh," said Evan when Adam answered the door and saw not one, but two people standing outside. "Did I forget to mention that Laura was with me? Oops!"

Poor Adam!

Quite a sticky situation he managed to land himself in.

Realizing there was nothing he could do about it now, Adam ran a hand through is unkempt hair, and tried not to look so naked.

"So!" Laura chirped. "What were you doing waiting for me in only your birthday suit?"
 

reph

Adam looked out over the sea of churning humanity in the street beneath his balcony.

Below him the crush of people might be milling about aimlessly, but his heart knew only one purpose.

Counting back from a hundred, he heard the name Laura over and over in his head...

Ding dong.

Evan was at the door. Oh, crap!

"Forget it, Evan," Adam shouted. "I'm not letting you back in!"

"Good! I didn't want to come in. I'm only here to return your...

Hot Babes magazine. But if you don't want it...

I'll just give it to Justine to cut up for scrap."

"Justine?! Oh god, no! She thinks I'm gay--you can't blow my cover like that!"

"Keep refusing to let me in and it's blown, bro!"

"Laura will be here in a minute. I can't let you in now. I'm naked."

"Maybe you'd like Laura to see what kind of reading material you really keep around the house--instead of all those Steinem treatises and Susan Faludi feminist tomes you leave laying around just to impress her!"

"Nooo! Hold on a minute. I'm coming."

"Oh," said Evan when Adam answered the door and saw not one, but two people standing outside. "Did I forget to mention that Laura was with me? Oops!"

Poor Adam!

Quite a sticky situation he managed to land himself in.

Realizing there was nothing he could do about it now, Adam ran a hand through his unkempt hair, and tried not to look so naked.

Suddenly he sensed that the dose of Viagra he had taken in anticipation of Laura's visit had taken effect.
 

maestrowork

(I like Reph's version better)

Adam looked out over the sea of churning humanity in the street beneath his balcony.

Below him the crush of people might be milling about aimlessly, but his heart knew only one purpose.

Counting back from a hundred, he heard the name Laura over and over in his head...

Ding dong.

Evan was at the door. Oh, crap!

"Forget it, Evan," Adam shouted. "I'm not letting you back in!"

"Good! I didn't want to come in. I'm only here to return your...

Hot Babes magazine. But if you don't want it...

I'll just give it to Justine to cut up for scrap."

"Justine?! Oh god, no! She thinks I'm gay--you can't blow my cover like that!"

"Keep refusing to let me in and it's blown, bro!"

"Laura will be here in a minute. I can't let you in now. I'm naked."

"Maybe you'd like Laura to see what kind of reading material you really keep around the house--instead of all those Steinem treatises and Susan Faludi feminist tomes you leave laying around just to impress her!"

"Nooo! Hold on a minute. I'm coming."

"Oh," said Evan when Adam answered the door and saw not one, but two people standing outside. "Did I forget to mention that Laura was with me? Oops!"

Poor Adam!

Quite a sticky situation he managed to land himself in.

Realizing there was nothing he could do about it now, Adam ran a hand through his unkempt hair, and tried not to look so naked.

Suddenly he sensed that the dose of Viagra he had taken in anticipation of Laura's visit had taken effect.

"That's impressive!" Adam purred.
 

reph

Adam looked out over the sea of churning humanity in the street beneath his balcony.

Below him the crush of people might be milling about aimlessly, but his heart knew only one purpose.

Counting back from a hundred, he heard the name Laura over and over in his head...

Ding dong.

Evan was at the door. Oh, crap!

"Forget it, Evan," Adam shouted. "I'm not letting you back in!"

"Good! I didn't want to come in. I'm only here to return your...

Hot Babes magazine. But if you don't want it...

I'll just give it to Justine to cut up for scrap."

"Justine?! Oh god, no! She thinks I'm gay--you can't blow my cover like that!"

"Keep refusing to let me in and it's blown, bro!"

"Laura will be here in a minute. I can't let you in now. I'm naked."

"Maybe you'd like Laura to see what kind of reading material you really keep around the house--instead of all those Steinem treatises and Susan Faludi feminist tomes you leave laying around just to impress her!"

"Nooo! Hold on a minute. I'm coming."

"Oh," said Evan when Adam answered the door and saw not one, but two people standing outside. "Did I forget to mention that Laura was with me? Oops!"

Poor Adam!

Quite a sticky situation he managed to land himself in.

Realizing there was nothing he could do about it now, Adam ran a hand through his unkempt hair, and tried not to look so naked.

Suddenly he sensed that the dose of Viagra he had taken in anticipation of Laura's visit had taken effect.

"That's impressive!" Adam purred.

Until then, he had never realized how many of the people who might be passing beneath an urban balcony at a random moment during rush hour would happen to have brought binoculars.
 

maestrowork

Adam looked out over the sea of churning humanity in the street beneath his balcony.

Below him the crush of people might be milling about aimlessly, but his heart knew only one purpose.

Counting back from a hundred, he heard the name Laura over and over in his head...

Ding dong.

Evan was at the door. Oh, crap!

"Forget it, Evan," Adam shouted. "I'm not letting you back in!"

"Good! I didn't want to come in. I'm only here to return your...

Hot Babes magazine. But if you don't want it...

I'll just give it to Justine to cut up for scrap."

"Justine?! Oh god, no! She thinks I'm gay--you can't blow my cover like that!"

"Keep refusing to let me in and it's blown, bro!"

"Laura will be here in a minute. I can't let you in now. I'm naked."

"Maybe you'd like Laura to see what kind of reading material you really keep around the house--instead of all those Steinem treatises and Susan Faludi feminist tomes you leave laying around just to impress her!"

"Nooo! Hold on a minute. I'm coming."

"Oh," said Evan when Adam answered the door and saw not one, but two people standing outside. "Did I forget to mention that Laura was with me? Oops!"

Poor Adam!

Quite a sticky situation he managed to land himself in.

Realizing there was nothing he could do about it now, Adam ran a hand through his unkempt hair, and tried not to look so naked.

Suddenly he sensed that the dose of Viagra he had taken in anticipation of Laura's visit had taken effect.

"That's impressive!" Adam purred.

Until then, he had never realized how many of the people who might be passing beneath an urban balcony at a random moment during rush hour would happen to have brought binoculars.

Viagra had a strange way of affecting one's ego. Suddenly he felt very confident and grinned at Laura. Evan'd have to wait.
 

reph

(Ray, did you mean Evan'd have to wait? Adam's the one with the pharmacological enhancement.)
 

reph

Adam looked out over the sea of churning humanity in the street beneath his balcony.

Below him the crush of people might be milling about aimlessly, but his heart knew only one purpose.

Counting back from a hundred, he heard the name Laura over and over in his head...

Ding dong.

Evan was at the door. Oh, crap!

"Forget it, Evan," Adam shouted. "I'm not letting you back in!"

"Good! I didn't want to come in. I'm only here to return your...

Hot Babes magazine. But if you don't want it...

I'll just give it to Justine to cut up for scrap."

"Justine?! Oh god, no! She thinks I'm gay--you can't blow my cover like that!"

"Keep refusing to let me in and it's blown, bro!"

"Laura will be here in a minute. I can't let you in now. I'm naked."

"Maybe you'd like Laura to see what kind of reading material you really keep around the house--instead of all those Steinem treatises and Susan Faludi feminist tomes you leave laying around just to impress her!"

"Nooo! Hold on a minute. I'm coming."

"Oh," said Evan when Adam answered the door and saw not one, but two people standing outside. "Did I forget to mention that Laura was with me? Oops!"

Poor Adam!

Quite a sticky situation he managed to land himself in.

Realizing there was nothing he could do about it now, Adam ran a hand through his unkempt hair, and tried not to look so naked.

Suddenly he sensed that the dose of Viagra he had taken in anticipation of Laura's visit had taken effect.

"That's impressive!" Adam purred.

Until then, he had never realized how many of the people who might be passing beneath an urban balcony at a random moment during rush hour would happen to have brought binoculars.

Viagra had a strange way of affecting one's ego. Suddenly he felt very confident and grinned at Laura. Evan'd have to wait.

"Watch this, Evan! Who needs a crummy pulp magazine when you've got the real thing?" said Adam as he pulled Laura into his apartment while using one foot to block Evan's entry.
 

maestrowork

Adam looked out over the sea of churning humanity in the street beneath his balcony.

Below him the crush of people might be milling about aimlessly, but his heart knew only one purpose.

Counting back from a hundred, he heard the name Laura over and over in his head...

Ding dong.

Evan was at the door. Oh, crap!

"Forget it, Evan," Adam shouted. "I'm not letting you back in!"

"Good! I didn't want to come in. I'm only here to return your...

Hot Babes magazine. But if you don't want it...

I'll just give it to Justine to cut up for scrap."

"Justine?! Oh god, no! She thinks I'm gay--you can't blow my cover like that!"

"Keep refusing to let me in and it's blown, bro!"

"Laura will be here in a minute. I can't let you in now. I'm naked."

"Maybe you'd like Laura to see what kind of reading material you really keep around the house--instead of all those Steinem treatises and Susan Faludi feminist tomes you leave laying around just to impress her!"

"Nooo! Hold on a minute. I'm coming."

"Oh," said Evan when Adam answered the door and saw not one, but two people standing outside. "Did I forget to mention that Laura was with me? Oops!"

Poor Adam!

Quite a sticky situation he managed to land himself in.

Realizing there was nothing he could do about it now, Adam ran a hand through his unkempt hair, and tried not to look so naked.

Suddenly he sensed that the dose of Viagra he had taken in anticipation of Laura's visit had taken effect.

"That's impressive!" Adam purred.

Until then, he had never realized how many of the people who might be passing beneath an urban balcony at a random moment during rush hour would happen to have brought binoculars.

Viagra had a strange way of affecting one's ego. Suddenly he felt very confident and grinned at Laura. Evan'd have to wait.

"Watch this, Evan! Who needs a crummy pulp magazine when you've got the real thing?" said Adam as he pulled Laura into his apartment while using one foot to block Evan's entry.

"'Xactly what you're going to do with that thing pointing at me?" Laura asked as Adam slammed the door shut.
 

LiamJackson

Adam looked out over the sea of churning humanity in the street beneath his balcony.

Below him the crush of people might be milling about aimlessly, but his heart knew only one purpose.

Counting back from a hundred, he heard the name Laura over and over in his head...

Ding dong.

Evan was at the door. Oh, crap!

"Forget it, Evan," Adam shouted. "I'm not letting you back in!"

"Good! I didn't want to come in. I'm only here to return your...

Hot Babes magazine. But if you don't want it...

I'll just give it to Justine to cut up for scrap."

"Justine?! Oh god, no! She thinks I'm gay--you can't blow my cover like that!"

"Keep refusing to let me in and it's blown, bro!"

"Laura will be here in a minute. I can't let you in now. I'm naked."

"Maybe you'd like Laura to see what kind of reading material you really keep around the house--instead of all those Steinem treatises and Susan Faludi feminist tomes you leave laying around just to impress her!"

"Nooo! Hold on a minute. I'm coming."

"Oh," said Evan when Adam answered the door and saw not one, but two people standing outside. "Did I forget to mention that Laura was with me? Oops!"

Poor Adam!

Quite a sticky situation he managed to land himself in.

Realizing there was nothing he could do about it now, Adam ran a hand through his unkempt hair, and tried not to look so naked.

Suddenly he sensed that the dose of Viagra he had taken in anticipation of Laura's visit had taken effect.

"That's impressive!" Adam purred.

Until then, he had never realized how many of the people who might be passing beneath an urban balcony at a random moment during rush hour would happen to have brought binoculars.

Viagra had a strange way of affecting one's ego. Suddenly he felt very confident and grinned at Laura. Evan'd have to wait.

"Watch this, Evan! Who needs a crummy pulp magazine when you've got the real thing?" said Adam as he pulled Laura into his apartment while using one foot to block Evan's entry.

"'Xactly what you're going to do with that thing pointing at me?" Laura asked as Adam slammed the door shut.
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"You really have to ask?" said Adam, grinning wickedly.
 

Yeshanu

Zephyr-like breezes swirled around as Laura's clothing dropped to the floor, and here on the balcony of their apartment, we will leave our two protagonists and go on to bigger and better things.
 

ElonnaT

Re: Second Alphabet Story

Ale and gin don't mix, everybody knows that.
But I guess I wasn't paying attention on that particular day in Life's Lessons 101.
 

maestrowork

Re: Second Alphabet Story

Ale and gin don't mix, everybody knows that.
But I guess I wasn't paying attention on that particular day in Life's Lessons 101.

Connie Macintosh entered my office with her hands behind her back, and I knew instantly that it wasn't going to be my day.
 

MacAl Stone

Re: Second Alphabet Story

Ale and gin don't mix, everybody knows that.
But I guess I wasn't paying attention on that particular day in Life's Lessons 101.

Connie Macintosh entered my office with her hands behind her back, and I knew instantly that it wasn't going to be my day.

"Dang it, Connie--that better not be another live tarantula you're hiding--these practical jokes are getting pretty stale," I told her.
 

maestrowork

Re: Second Alphabet Story

Ale and gin don't mix, everybody knows that.
But I guess I wasn't paying attention on that particular day in Life's Lessons 101.

Connie Macintosh entered my office with her hands behind her back, and I knew instantly that it wasn't going to be my day.

"Dang it, Connie--that better not be another live tarantula you're hiding--these practical jokes are getting pretty stale," I told her.

Evil Mac, as they all called her, simply looked at me with a bland expression. She slowly pulled her right band from behind her back. I gasped when I saw what was in her hand.
 

Yeshanu

Re: Second Alphabet Story

Ale and gin don't mix, everybody knows that.
But I guess I wasn't paying attention on that particular day in Life's Lessons 101.

Connie Macintosh entered my office with her hands behind her back, and I knew instantly that it wasn't going to be my day.

"Dang it, Connie--that better not be another live tarantula you're hiding--these practical jokes are getting pretty stale," I told her.

Evil Mac, as they all called her, simply looked at me with a bland expression. She slowly pulled her right hand from behind her back. I gasped when I saw what was in her hand.

"For heaven's sake, Connie! Where on earth did you get a diamond that freakin' huge?" I said.


(Ray, I'm assuming you meant "hand" instead of "band.")
 

reph

Re: Second Alphabet Story

Ale and gin don't mix, everybody knows that.
But I guess I wasn't paying attention on that particular day in Life's Lessons 101.

Connie Macintosh entered my office with her hands behind her back, and I knew instantly that it wasn't going to be my day.

"Dang it, Connie--that better not be another live tarantula you're hiding--these practical jokes are getting pretty stale," I told her.

Evil Mac, as they all called her, simply looked at me with a bland expression. She slowly pulled her right hand from behind her back. I gasped when I saw what was in her hand.

"For heaven's sake, Connie! Where on earth did you get a diamond that freakin' huge?" I said.

"Guy give it to me last night, I guess," she said. For her, that was articulate. Connie utters a coherent sentence about as often as the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sings backup for 50 Cent.
 

reph

Re: Second Alphabet Story

(Thank you.)

(Somebody do H, somebody please do H. We're becalmed here.)
 

Pthom

Re: Second Alphabet Story

Ale and gin don't mix, everybody knows that. But I guess I wasn't paying attention on that particular day in Life's Lessons 101.

Connie Macintosh entered my office with her hands behind her back, and I knew instantly that it wasn't going to be my day.

"Dang it, Connie--that better not be another live tarantula you're hiding--these practical jokes are getting pretty stale," I told her.

Evil Mac, as they all called her, simply looked at me with a bland expression. She slowly pulled her right hand from behind her back. I gasped when I saw what was in her hand.

"For heaven's sake, Connie! Where on earth did you get a diamond that freakin' huge?" I said.

"Guy give it to me last night, I guess," she said. For her, that was articulate. Connie utters a coherent sentence about as often as the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sings backup for 50 Cent.

"Heavens," I said. "You don't remember?"
 

batyler65

Re: Second Alphabet Story

Ale and gin don't mix, everybody knows that. But I guess I wasn't paying attention on that particular day in Life's Lessons 101.

Connie Macintosh entered my office with her hands behind her back, and I knew instantly that it wasn't going to be my day.

"Dang it, Connie--that better not be another live tarantula you're hiding--these practical jokes are getting pretty stale," I told her.

Evil Mac, as they all called her, simply looked at me with a bland expression. She slowly pulled her right hand from behind her back. I gasped when I saw what was in her hand.

"For heaven's sake, Connie! Where on earth did you get a diamond that freakin' huge?" I said.

"Guy give it to me last night, I guess," she said. For her, that was articulate. Connie utters a coherent sentence about as often as the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sings backup for 50 Cent.

"Heavens," I said. "You don't remember?"

"I'm s'posed to remember something?" she asked. She screwed her face up in concentration. It looked painful. I hate to see her in such misery so I decided to help her out.
 

Yeshanu

Re: Second Alphabet Story

Ale and gin don't mix, everybody knows that. But I guess I wasn't paying attention on that particular day in Life's Lessons 101.

Connie Macintosh entered my office with her hands behind her back, and I knew instantly that it wasn't going to be my day.

"Dang it, Connie--that better not be another live tarantula you're hiding--these practical jokes are getting pretty stale," I told her.

Evil Mac, as they all called her, simply looked at me with a bland expression. She slowly pulled her right hand from behind her back. I gasped when I saw what was in her hand.

"For heaven's sake, Connie! Where on earth did you get a diamond that freakin' huge?" I said.

"Guy give it to me last night, I guess," she said. For her, that was articulate. Connie utters a coherent sentence about as often as the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sings backup for 50 Cent.

"Heavens," I said. "You don't remember?"

"I'm s'posed to remember something?" she asked. She screwed her face up in concentration. It looked painful. I hate to see her in such misery so I decided to help her out.

"Jack," I said helpfully. "Was it something to do with Jack?"
 
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