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rhymegirl
03-01-2005, 07:16 AM
The Peggy and Viggo story has come to an end. How about a new story that has 10 words per poster?

Angie
03-01-2005, 08:09 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one

Jonathon Michaels
03-01-2005, 12:25 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately

three seven
03-01-2005, 04:01 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot

rhymegirl
03-01-2005, 04:16 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She

Angie
03-01-2005, 08:27 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching

three seven
03-01-2005, 08:53 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

rhymegirl
03-01-2005, 09:48 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find

three seven
03-02-2005, 12:15 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle

rhymegirl
03-02-2005, 03:48 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is

three seven
03-02-2005, 04:01 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not

Jonathon Michaels
03-02-2005, 04:16 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make

William Haskins
03-02-2005, 09:42 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of

rhymegirl
03-02-2005, 05:08 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game

TwoKeys
03-02-2005, 05:43 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

William Haskins
03-02-2005, 11:56 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...

Jonathon Michaels
03-03-2005, 08:48 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it

rhymegirl
03-03-2005, 04:28 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when

William Haskins
03-04-2005, 08:20 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

TwoKeys
03-05-2005, 01:59 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran

rhymegirl
03-05-2005, 02:26 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone.

William Haskins
03-05-2005, 02:28 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late.

Ralyks
03-05-2005, 07:03 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light

rhymegirl
03-05-2005, 07:28 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed.

three seven
03-06-2005, 10:33 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways

Jonathon Michaels
03-06-2005, 11:27 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as

William Haskins
03-06-2005, 11:33 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he

rhymegirl
03-07-2005, 12:55 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He

three seven
03-07-2005, 02:25 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed

William Haskins
03-07-2005, 02:32 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp.

three seven
03-07-2005, 02:43 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched

William Haskins
03-07-2005, 03:15 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

rhymegirl
03-07-2005, 03:21 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided

three seven
03-07-2005, 03:23 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on

rhymegirl
03-07-2005, 05:49 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take

Sarita
03-07-2005, 07:21 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even

rhymegirl
03-07-2005, 09:46 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys.

three seven
03-07-2005, 10:02 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot.

Sarita
03-07-2005, 10:24 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved

William Haskins
03-07-2005, 10:42 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on.

three seven
03-07-2005, 11:32 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in

rhymegirl
03-07-2005, 11:39 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools,
he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Jonathon Michaels
03-08-2005, 03:39 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as

rhymegirl
03-08-2005, 04:16 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

Sarita
03-08-2005, 07:14 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his

rhymegirl
03-09-2005, 06:37 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp.

Sarita
03-09-2005, 03:48 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for

rhymegirl
03-09-2005, 04:08 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

Jonathon Michaels
03-09-2005, 04:42 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he

rhymegirl
03-10-2005, 04:32 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

Jonathon Michaels
03-10-2005, 04:42 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the

rhymegirl
03-10-2005, 11:24 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some

ZaZ
03-10-2005, 11:29 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short

Sarita
03-11-2005, 01:17 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from

three seven
03-11-2005, 03:37 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on

rhymegirl
03-11-2005, 03:41 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride.

Sarita
03-11-2005, 08:37 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interupted my fun, we're going to have

three seven
03-11-2005, 08:53 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's

rhymegirl
03-11-2005, 09:26 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought

William Haskins
03-12-2005, 02:02 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face

rhymegirl
03-13-2005, 01:00 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my

three seven
03-13-2005, 01:18 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros,

William Haskins
03-13-2005, 01:58 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with

three seven
03-13-2005, 02:07 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his

rhymegirl
03-13-2005, 03:15 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

three seven
03-13-2005, 11:20 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied

rhymegirl
03-13-2005, 11:42 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things

Vipersniper
03-14-2005, 05:08 AM
:idea: It was not a dark or stormy night but either one would have given him an advantage.

I would write it this way. Darkness cloaked him like a glove that fit his hand.

But that is just me in that I am on this thing that they say you should put in adjectives and adverbs that you don't normally use. This is my first time trying this for practice.

Sarita
03-14-2005, 05:43 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane, I'd hate to see

three seven
03-14-2005, 05:50 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

Sarita
03-14-2005, 05:55 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly." replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do

three seven
03-14-2005, 06:04 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing

Sarita
03-14-2005, 06:17 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't

three seven
03-14-2005, 06:19 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

Sarita
03-14-2005, 06:22 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on

three seven
03-14-2005, 06:24 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Sarita
03-14-2005, 06:25 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out

three seven
03-14-2005, 06:28 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more

Sarita
03-14-2005, 06:29 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I

three seven
03-14-2005, 06:33 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail

Sarita
03-14-2005, 06:37 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched

three seven
03-14-2005, 06:39 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the


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Sarita
03-14-2005, 06:46 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were

three seven
03-14-2005, 06:50 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick

Sarita
03-14-2005, 06:53 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while

three seven
03-14-2005, 06:55 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his

Sarita
03-14-2005, 06:59 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a

three seven
03-14-2005, 07:00 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for

Sarita
03-14-2005, 07:04 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue bathes. My place is only around the

three seven
03-14-2005, 07:06 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this

Sarita
03-14-2005, 07:10 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!

rhymegirl
03-14-2005, 05:28 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys.

three seven
03-14-2005, 05:30 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her

Sarita
03-14-2005, 05:42 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking

rhymegirl
03-15-2005, 02:17 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys

three seven
03-15-2005, 06:00 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me

rhymegirl
03-15-2005, 06:17 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk

three seven
03-15-2005, 06:19 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick fumbled

EDIT: f*ck it, ok, Nick slowly

EDIT EDIT: Balls. I posted 8 words, counted 9 and added one - so I still only posted 9 words.

Sarita
03-15-2005, 06:20 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to

EDIT: Let's not f*ck anything, how's it look now?

three seven
03-15-2005, 07:10 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get


EDIT: Sorry, I screwed up the word count.

Sarita
03-15-2005, 07:32 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him


EDIT: No worries!

rhymegirl
03-15-2005, 04:57 PM
for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?" (Edit: Huh?)

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the

three seven
03-15-2005, 05:02 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face

Sarita
03-15-2005, 05:16 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and

rhymegirl
03-15-2005, 05:46 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at

three seven
03-15-2005, 05:55 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy.

Sarita
03-15-2005, 06:18 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing

three seven
03-15-2005, 06:26 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his

Sarita
03-15-2005, 06:42 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine

three seven
03-15-2005, 06:48 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams

Sarita
03-15-2005, 07:06 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working

three seven
03-15-2005, 07:40 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after

Sarita
03-15-2005, 07:59 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me

three seven
03-15-2005, 09:51 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from

Sarita
03-15-2005, 10:08 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how

rhymegirl
03-15-2005, 11:44 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this

three seven
03-15-2005, 11:46 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Sarita
03-15-2005, 11:52 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up

rhymegirl
03-16-2005, 12:11 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up

three seven
03-16-2005, 12:14 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

Sarita
03-16-2005, 12:15 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they

rhymegirl
03-16-2005, 05:24 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

Sarita
03-16-2005, 08:00 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open. The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of

Rob-rite
03-16-2005, 03:00 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open. The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching he

three seven
03-16-2005, 04:49 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro

Sarita
03-16-2005, 04:57 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He

rhymegirl
03-16-2005, 05:07 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a

three seven
03-16-2005, 05:22 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all

Sarita
03-16-2005, 05:28 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be

three seven
03-16-2005, 06:13 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased

Sarita
03-16-2005, 06:24 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of

Rob-rite
03-16-2005, 08:40 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate

rhymegirl
03-16-2005, 11:09 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick

Sarita
03-16-2005, 11:12 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it

rhymegirl
03-17-2005, 02:27 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out.

Sarita
03-17-2005, 02:28 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to

rhymegirl
03-17-2005, 02:37 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked

three seven
03-17-2005, 03:16 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

rhymegirl
03-17-2005, 03:46 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

three seven
03-17-2005, 03:51 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention

rhymegirl
03-17-2005, 04:04 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?

Rob-rite
03-17-2005, 04:54 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view

three seven
03-17-2005, 04:56 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

three seven
03-17-2005, 04:57 AM
Ok, one of us is gonna have to back down here!

Sarita
03-17-2005, 04:58 AM
Ok, one of us is gonna have to back down here!

It can be me since you're most likely to snap

Sarita
03-17-2005, 05:01 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What

three seven
03-17-2005, 05:04 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen

Sarita
03-17-2005, 05:07 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple

three seven
03-17-2005, 05:08 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

rhymegirl
03-17-2005, 05:14 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet!

Sarita
03-17-2005, 07:10 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't

Rob-rite
03-17-2005, 04:45 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent

rhymegirl
03-17-2005, 08:17 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick.

Sarita
03-17-2005, 09:18 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are

rhymegirl
03-17-2005, 09:54 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off

Sarita
03-17-2005, 10:16 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics.

rhymegirl
03-17-2005, 10:42 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If

Sarita
03-17-2005, 10:55 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will

rhymegirl
03-17-2005, 11:40 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!

three seven
03-18-2005, 12:05 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and

Sarita
03-18-2005, 12:08 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and grabbed his favorite prayer book, the King was quickly becoming infuriated.

rhymegirl
03-18-2005, 12:16 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and grabbed his favorite prayer book, the King was quickly becoming infuriated.

King Plethora put a stun on Beteliean who froze immediately.

three seven
03-18-2005, 12:20 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and grabbed his favorite prayer book; the King was quickly becoming infuriated.

King Plethora put a stun on Beteliean, who froze immediately. "That's enough o' your jibber jabber, fool!" he growled. "Damn,

Sarita
03-18-2005, 12:26 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and grabbed his favorite prayer book; the King was quickly becoming infuriated.

King Plethora put a stun on Beteliean, who froze immediately. "That's enough o' your jibber jabber, fool!" he growled. "Damn, who do we have here?"

"Uh..." Nick stammered, not sure

rhymegirl
03-18-2005, 02:01 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and grabbed his favorite prayer book; the King was quickly becoming infuriated.

King Plethora put a stun on Beteliean, who froze immediately. "That's enough o' your jibber jabber, fool!" he growled. "Damn, who do we have here?"

"Uh..." Nick stammered, not sure what to say.

"Strange name," said the king. "You Earthlings.

Rob-rite
03-18-2005, 04:31 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and grabbed his favorite prayer book; the King was quickly becoming infuriated.

King Plethora put a stun on Beteliean, who froze immediately. "That's enough o' your jibber jabber, fool!" he growled. "Damn, who do we have here?"

"Uh..." Nick stammered, not sure what to say.

"Strange name," said the king. "You Earthlings have no imagination. We discover the transpreambulation of pseudocosmic matter

rhymegirl
03-18-2005, 05:34 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and grabbed his favorite prayer book; the King was quickly becoming infuriated.

King Plethora put a stun on Beteliean, who froze immediately. "That's enough o' your jibber jabber, fool!" he growled. "Damn, who do we have here?"

"Uh..." Nick stammered, not sure what to say.

"Strange name," said the king. "You Earthlings have no imagination. We discover the transpreambulation of pseudocosmic matter and all you can come up with is "Uh" for

Rob-rite
03-18-2005, 05:42 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and grabbed his favorite prayer book; the King was quickly becoming infuriated.

King Plethora put a stun on Beteliean, who froze immediately. "That's enough o' your jibber jabber, fool!" he growled. "Damn, who do we have here?"

"Uh..." Nick stammered, not sure what to say.

"Strange name," said the king. "You Earthlings have no imagination. We discover the transpreambulation of pseudocosmic matter and all you can come up with is "Uh" for a name. Next you'll be saying that you've never heard

rhymegirl
03-19-2005, 01:25 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and grabbed his favorite prayer book; the King was quickly becoming infuriated.

King Plethora put a stun on Beteliean, who froze immediately. "That's enough o' your jibber jabber, fool!" he growled. "Damn, who do we have here?"

"Uh..." Nick stammered, not sure what to say.

"Strange name," said the king. "You Earthlings have no imagination. We discover the transpreambulation of pseudocosmic matter and all you can come up with is "Uh" for a name. Next you'll be saying that you've never heard of transmutational breeding. Geez!"

Nick gave him a blank stare.

Rob-rite
03-19-2005, 04:09 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and grabbed his favorite prayer book; the King was quickly becoming infuriated.

King Plethora put a stun on Beteliean, who froze immediately. "That's enough o' your jibber jabber, fool!" he growled. "Damn, who do we have here?"

"Uh..." Nick stammered, not sure what to say.

"Strange name," said the king. "You Earthlings have no imagination. We discover the transpreambulation of pseudocosmic matter and all you can come up with is "Uh" for a name. Next you'll be saying that you've never heard of transmutational breeding. Geez!"

Nick gave him a blank stare. The king was impressed. He expected a look of puzzlement.

Sarita
03-19-2005, 04:10 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and grabbed his favorite prayer book; the King was quickly becoming infuriated.

King Plethora put a stun on Beteliean, who froze immediately. "That's enough o' your jibber jabber, fool!" he growled. "Damn, who do we have here?"

"Uh..." Nick stammered, not sure what to say.

"Strange name," said the king. "You Earthlings have no imagination. We discover the transpreambulation of pseudocosmic matter and all you can come up with is "Uh" for a name. Next you'll be saying that you've never heard of transmutational breeding. Geez!"

Nick gave him a blank stare. He had never heard of any of those things, but

rhymegirl
03-19-2005, 04:40 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and grabbed his favorite prayer book; the King was quickly becoming infuriated.

King Plethora put a stun on Beteliean, who froze immediately. "That's enough o' your jibber jabber, fool!" he growled. "Damn, who do we have here?"

"Uh..." Nick stammered, not sure what to say.

"Strange name," said the king. "You Earthlings have no imagination. We discover the transpreambulation of pseudocosmic matter and all you can come up with is "Uh" for a name. Next you'll be saying that you've never heard of transmutational breeding. Geez!"

Nick gave him a blank stare. He had never heard of any of those things, but felt he had to give some sort of response. "Uh...

Sarita
03-20-2005, 04:12 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and grabbed his favorite prayer book; the King was quickly becoming infuriated.

King Plethora put a stun on Beteliean, who froze immediately. "That's enough o' your jibber jabber, fool!" he growled. "Damn, who do we have here?"

"Uh..." Nick stammered, not sure what to say.

"Strange name," said the king. "You Earthlings have no imagination. We discover the transpreambulation of pseudocosmic matter and all you can come up with is "Uh" for a name. Next you'll be saying that you've never heard of transmutational breeding. Geez!"

Nick gave him a blank stare. He had never heard of any of those things, but felt he had to give some sort of response. "Uh...well, I really like the idea of transmutational breeding, given

rhymegirl
03-20-2005, 04:30 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and grabbed his favorite prayer book; the King was quickly becoming infuriated.

King Plethora put a stun on Beteliean, who froze immediately. "That's enough o' your jibber jabber, fool!" he growled. "Damn, who do we have here?"

"Uh..." Nick stammered, not sure what to say.

"Strange name," said the king. "You Earthlings have no imagination. We discover the transpreambulation of pseudocosmic matter and all you can come up with is "Uh" for a name. Next you'll be saying that you've never heard of transmutational breeding. Geez!"

Nick gave him a blank stare. He had never heard of any of those things, but felt he had to give some sort of response. "Uh...well, I really like the idea of transmutational breeding, given my strong attraction to Beteliean. You didn't kill him did

three seven
03-20-2005, 05:07 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and grabbed his favorite prayer book; the King was quickly becoming infuriated.

King Plethora put a stun on Beteliean, who froze immediately. "That's enough o' your jibber jabber, fool!" he growled. "Damn, who do we have here?"

"Uh..." Nick stammered, not sure what to say.

"Strange name," said the king. "You Earthlings have no imagination. We discover the transpreambulation of pseudocosmic matter and all you can come up with is "Uh" for a name. Next you'll be saying that you've never heard of transmutational breeding. Geez!"

Nick gave him a blank stare. He had never heard of any of those things, but felt he had to give some sort of response. "Uh...well, I really like the idea of transmutational breeding, given my strong attraction to Beteliean. You didn't kill him did you? There's so much I still haven't learned about him."

brokenfingers
03-20-2005, 05:13 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and grabbed his favorite prayer book; the King was quickly becoming infuriated.

King Plethora put a stun on Beteliean, who froze immediately. "That's enough o' your jibber jabber, fool!" he growled. "Damn, who do we have here?"

"Uh..." Nick stammered, not sure what to say.

"Strange name," said the king. "You Earthlings have no imagination. We discover the transpreambulation of pseudocosmic matter and all you can come up with is "Uh" for a name. Next you'll be saying that you've never heard of transmutational breeding. Geez!"

Nick gave him a blank stare. He had never heard of any of those things, but felt he had to give some sort of response. "Uh...well, I really like the idea of transmutational breeding, given my strong attraction to Beteliean. You didn't kill him did you? There's so much I still haven't learned about him."

Nick sighed. This was how all his dates wound up.

rhymegirl
03-20-2005, 05:31 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and grabbed his favorite prayer book; the King was quickly becoming infuriated.

King Plethora put a stun on Beteliean, who froze immediately. "That's enough o' your jibber jabber, fool!" he growled. "Damn, who do we have here?"

"Uh..." Nick stammered, not sure what to say.

"Strange name," said the king. "You Earthlings have no imagination. We discover the transpreambulation of pseudocosmic matter and all you can come up with is "Uh" for a name. Next you'll be saying that you've never heard of transmutational breeding. Geez!"

Nick gave him a blank stare. He had never heard of any of those things, but felt he had to give some sort of response. "Uh...well, I really like the idea of transmutational breeding, given my strong attraction to Beteliean. You didn't kill him did you? There's so much I still haven't learned about him."

Nick sighed. This was how all his dates wound up.

The king took the stun off Beteliean. "Whoa, what hit

brokenfingers
03-20-2005, 07:18 AM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and grabbed his favorite prayer book; the King was quickly becoming infuriated.

King Plethora put a stun on Beteliean, who froze immediately. "That's enough o' your jibber jabber, fool!" he growled. "Damn, who do we have here?"

"Uh..." Nick stammered, not sure what to say.

"Strange name," said the king. "You Earthlings have no imagination. We discover the transpreambulation of pseudocosmic matter and all you can come up with is "Uh" for a name. Next you'll be saying that you've never heard of transmutational breeding. Geez!"

Nick gave him a blank stare. He had never heard of any of those things, but felt he had to give some sort of response. "Uh...well, I really like the idea of transmutational breeding, given my strong attraction to Beteliean. You didn't kill him did you? There's so much I still haven't learned about him."

Nick sighed. This was how all his dates wound up.

The king took the stun off Beteliean. "Whoa, what hit you with a stupid stick, Beteliean? You know humans can't

rhymegirl
03-20-2005, 08:05 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and grabbed his favorite prayer book; the King was quickly becoming infuriated.

King Plethora put a stun on Beteliean, who froze immediately. "That's enough o' your jibber jabber, fool!" he growled. "Damn, who do we have here?"

"Uh..." Nick stammered, not sure what to say.

"Strange name," said the king. "You Earthlings have no imagination. We discover the transpreambulation of pseudocosmic matter and all you can come up with is "Uh" for a name. Next you'll be saying that you've never heard of transmutational breeding. Geez!"

Nick gave him a blank stare. He had never heard of any of those things, but felt he had to give some sort of response. "Uh...well, I really like the idea of transmutational breeding, given my strong attraction to Beteliean. You didn't kill him did you? There's so much I still haven't learned about him."

Nick sighed. This was how all his dates wound up.

The king took the stun off Beteliean. "Whoa, what hit you with a stupid stick, Beteliean? You know humans can't breed with us."

Beteliean shrugged. "Worth a shot. Cute guy.

brokenfingers
03-20-2005, 08:45 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and grabbed his favorite prayer book; the King was quickly becoming infuriated.

King Plethora put a stun on Beteliean, who froze immediately. "That's enough o' your jibber jabber, fool!" he growled. "Damn, who do we have here?"

"Uh..." Nick stammered, not sure what to say.

"Strange name," said the king. "You Earthlings have no imagination. We discover the transpreambulation of pseudocosmic matter and all you can come up with is "Uh" for a name. Next you'll be saying that you've never heard of transmutational breeding. Geez!"

Nick gave him a blank stare. He had never heard of any of those things, but felt he had to give some sort of response. "Uh...well, I really like the idea of transmutational breeding, given my strong attraction to Beteliean. You didn't kill him did you? There's so much I still haven't learned about him."

Nick sighed. This was how all his dates wound up.

The king took the stun off Beteliean. "Whoa, what hit you with a stupid stick, Beteliean? You know humans can't breed with us."

Beteliean shrugged. "Worth a shot. Cute guy."

"Worth a shot? You know their nasal passages are too

rhymegirl
03-20-2005, 09:31 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and grabbed his favorite prayer book; the King was quickly becoming infuriated.

King Plethora put a stun on Beteliean, who froze immediately. "That's enough o' your jibber jabber, fool!" he growled. "Damn, who do we have here?"

"Uh..." Nick stammered, not sure what to say.

"Strange name," said the king. "You Earthlings have no imagination. We discover the transpreambulation of pseudocosmic matter and all you can come up with is "Uh" for a name. Next you'll be saying that you've never heard of transmutational breeding. Geez!"

Nick gave him a blank stare. He had never heard of any of those things, but felt he had to give some sort of response. "Uh...well, I really like the idea of transmutational breeding, given my strong attraction to Beteliean. You didn't kill him did you? There's so much I still haven't learned about him."

Nick sighed. This was how all his dates wound up.

The king took the stun off Beteliean. "Whoa, what hit you with a stupid stick, Beteliean? You know humans can't breed with us."

Beteliean shrugged. "Worth a shot. Cute guy."

"Worth a shot? You know their nasal passages are too narrow."

"Whatever. Sue me. I was bored."

Nick, feeling betrayed,

Sarita
03-20-2005, 11:19 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and grabbed his favorite prayer book; the King was quickly becoming infuriated.

King Plethora put a stun on Beteliean, who froze immediately. "That's enough o' your jibber jabber, fool!" he growled. "Damn, who do we have here?"

"Uh..." Nick stammered, not sure what to say.

"Strange name," said the king. "You Earthlings have no imagination. We discover the transpreambulation of pseudocosmic matter and all you can come up with is "Uh" for a name. Next you'll be saying that you've never heard of transmutational breeding. Geez!"

Nick gave him a blank stare. He had never heard of any of those things, but felt he had to give some sort of response. "Uh...well, I really like the idea of transmutational breeding, given my strong attraction to Beteliean. You didn't kill him did you? There's so much I still haven't learned about him."

Nick sighed. This was how all his dates wound up.

The king took the stun off Beteliean. "Whoa, what hit you with a stupid stick, Beteliean? You know humans can't breed with us."

Beteliean shrugged. "Worth a shot. Cute guy."

"Worth a shot? You know their nasal passages are too narrow."

"Whatever. Sue me. I was bored."

Nick, feeling betrayed, only hoped his nose would get out unscathed. What were

rhymegirl
03-20-2005, 11:52 PM
It was not a dark night, or a stormy one. Either would have been an advantage for Nick, but unfortunately the full moon floodlit every corner of the parking lot. The unsuspecting victim dropped her keys under her car. She let loose an unladylike string of curses and kneeled, reaching blindly into the shadows but finding only the hot exhaust.

"Are these yours by any chance?"

She turned to find herself alone; the lot was silent but for the gentle tingling of keys. "Oh my God!" cried Nicole. "What is this Brian, another one of your sick jokes? I'm not in the mood!"

Nick watched her intently, ready to make his move. He pulled the vial of ether out of his pocket, wondering how hard she'd struggle. Such a game hardly seemed worthy of the energy he'd need to win.

But this is what happened everytime he stopped drinking.

"I...I don't know what you're up to Brian, but it's really freaking me out." Silence. "Brian? ANSWER ME!"

That's when Nick tripped and spilled the ether, falling facedown into it.

Seeing the opportunity that literally laid before her, Nicole ran out of the parking lot flipping open her cell phone. She never saw the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. Fortunately, however, the driver saw her in the dim light and slammed on the brakes. Nicole dropped her phone, screamed as the trailer locked up, eight giant tyres skittering sideways.

Nick groaned, recovering from the ether. Luckily he'd rolled as big a joint as was humanly possible in case he needed it. Stupid, stupid he thought, She got away. He lightened, though, as he watched the driver of the jacknifed truck emerge with a bag of doritos and a Big Gulp. A muted crowd was already gathering, a dozen cellphones wrenched against eager ears and jabbering mouths salivating for high drama.

Nick was hungry. Those Doritos looked good. Instead he decided to make himself scarce while all eyes were focused on the damsel in distress. Besides he really needed to take a hot shower and remind himself why he was even doing this. He had a souvenir, of course. Her keys. And her Camaro too, he remembered halfway across the lot. Maybe she had some cash in the car. He moved into the safety of shadows and put his game-face on. The wail of approaching sirens tied a knot deep in his belly. Fools, he thought. You're ruining my freakin' plan.

Nick walked to the car, trying to act casual as he inserted the key. Whistling, he thought, "It's too easy."

"Stop right there buddy," he heard someone whisper into his ear. It was the truck driver with the Big Gulp. He crunched loudly on Doritos as Nick braced himself for an encounter. The driver outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds.

"I've noticed you eyin' my Doritos and Big Gulp," he said. "I don't like that. Get your own junk food."

The man turned and walked away. Bewildered, Nick opened the car door and slipped inside. He searched around for some way to adjust the seat. "She didn't seem that short" he wondered out loud.

"She wasn't driving" he heard from somewhere behind his right ear; he froze, one hand on the wheel. "I was taking her for a little ride. So, since you interrupted my fun, we're going to have to think of something else to do with ourselves."

Nick's mind was racing. It was all going wrong. He'd thought he'd be taking a solo joyride, instead he was face-to-face with an alien. A green one, at that. "Oh my," he groaned. Of all the lifeforms he'd encountered in Camaros, this had to be the sexiest. His nipples hardened with the speed and ferocity of a well-oiled bear trap, his heart started pounding. "I must be flippin' out" he thought.

"If you're not, you soon will be," the alien replied. "Wait til you visit my planet. You'll see some things that could make an alien insane. I'd hate to see you arrive unprepared."

"Are you reading my mind?" thought Nick.

"Quite possibly," replied Beteliean, without uttering a syllable. "Why do you think you've got that image of a naked, writhing gila monster dancing in your head. Beauty like that doesn't just pop into a sick hick slimeball head like yours."

"All that naked talk is really doing a number on my blood pressure," groaned Nick. "I'm starting to feel light-headed."

Beteliean laughed menacingly. "Now my plan is sorting itself out nicely,' he thought, to himself this time. 'A few more well placed images and I should have you where I want you.' He licked his lips in anticipation, a trail of saliva, dripped slowly down his chin. His tongue touched Nick's ear almost imperceptibly before curling down to explore the nape of his delicate neck. "I never knew humans were this salty," he whispered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nick shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice while the alien's soft tongue slithered down the back of his shirt. "Do you think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable? These bucket seats ain't no good for hot alien tongue baths. My place is only around the block... Although I ain't sure I can walk with this naked gila monster in my head. Please, make it stop!"

Meanwhile, poor Nicole was fretting about her car and keys. Unharmed, save for the Kenworth logo imprinted backwards across her shoulder. "I should get this checked out," she thought, walking away from the accident. "I really gotta get my keys and get the hell outta here before they drag me
to the hospital or anywhere else. Where's that stupid jerk Where's that stupid jerk with the test tube?"

In the Camaro, Nick slowly fumbled with the keys in the ignition. He wanted to get over to his apartment. In the instant it took him to get the car started, Nicole was banging on the window, yelling at the top of her lungs, her face was red with anger.

"Who are you, you...creep and what the...Oh my God!" The alien was staring at the back of Nick's seat, vainly impersonating a stuffed toy. "What the hell is that thing and what's it doing in my car?!"

Nick, hand cupped to ear, shook his head as if he couldn't hear. He revved the engine and turned up the stereo to drown out her screams and the sounds of the faulty carburetor. It wasn't working.

"Funny," said Beteliean, "I thought these were fuel injected after the mid Eighties."

"All this car talk really gets me hot baby, even if you can't tell a four-barrel from a port injection system. Do you have any idea how weird I am? There's a good-looking woman right outside this car..."

"That's debatable," the alien interrupted silently. "Let's just go."

Betelian slammed his fist through the dash and fixed up some wires. "This baby should fly now! Literally! Up, up..."

"Shuddup, fool! You know I ain't gettin' in no plane!"

It didn't matter, with a shutter and a lurch they ascended, leaving a bewildered Nicole standing with her mouth open.

The car soared skyward and the immense, nauseating fear of flying ripped through his veins. Eyes bulging, stomach lurching, he choked back his dinner as Beteliean skilfully weaved the Camaro around an A330 jet that approached from the east. He said, "My planet far surpasses yours. You're in for a treat, I promise. Now stop squealing and wave to all of our adoring fans. It's too bad they'll all be DEAD by the time the daylight dawns over this diseased, infested planet. Put them out of your head, all of them, and pray that there's no survivors, for their fate will be far worse than you can ever imagine."

Nick felt his stomach turn and hoped that he'd make it to Beteliea, the tenth planet, before puking his guts out. He didn't. The window went down just in time to release a yellowish spray into space." "Feel better now?" asked Beteliean.

"Barely," croaked Nick. "Hey, how come I can breathe?"

"Is this a riddle or something, Earth boy?" quipped Beteliean.

"Forget it." WIth a heavy sigh Nick turned his attention to the fascinating sights floating by the window. "What's that?" asked Nick, as an enormous purple creature hovered into view.

"Sorry," spluttered Beteliean, redfaced. "I was just thinking about earlier."

"Well, you ruined your chances, seeing as we're airborne. What I meant was, what's that?"

Beyond Nick's extended finger, thirteen massive eyes stared at him, attached to the massive purple head of a massive purple blob by massive purple stalks.

"That, you Earth fool, is the leader of my planet! He will not hesitate to kill you if you don't kneel down before him and there, worship at his magnificent..."

"But I'm sittin' in a car right now," said Nick. "And I thought I was still driving this thing. Are you playin' head games with me? I'm gettin' turned off, we should forget your leader and talk about cars, classics."

"I'd love to, but you don't know King Plethora. If I so much as mention a fastback, his rage will be forceful enough to make your head explode... mine, too!"

"What about a notchback?"

Beteliean reached between the seats and grabbed his favorite prayer book; the King was quickly becoming infuriated.

King Plethora put a stun on Beteliean, who froze immediately. "That's enough o' your jibber jabber, fool!" he growled. "Damn, who do we have here?"

"Uh..." Nick stammered, not sure what to say.

"Strange name," said the king. "You Earthlings have no imagination. We discover the transpreambulation of pseudocosmic matter and all you can come up with is "Uh" for a name. Next you'll be saying that you've never heard of transmutational breeding. Geez!"

Nick gave him a blank stare. He had never heard of any of those things, but felt he had to give some sort of response. "Uh...well, I really like the idea of transmutational breeding, given my strong attraction to Beteliean. You didn't kill him did you? There's so much I still haven't learned about him."

Nick sighed. This was how all h