Thursday, October 28, 2004

With a nod to Garrison Keillor

It's a dark night in a city that knows how to keep its secrets, but high above the mean streets, a light burns on the 12th floor of the Acme Building, where Vee Cee--hard boiled, world-weary, yet surprisingly articulate--is trying to find the answers to life's questions. In his big swivel chair under the bare bulb beside the beat-up gray file cabinet, he awaits the call of his clientele: the disappointed, the paranoid, the embittered, the rejected. But instead of a paying customer,what does he get? A knock on the door ... Link

A new writer on the scene picks it up from here...

The beautiful blonde is mesmerized by Vee Cee, the hunk of all hunks.

"How can I please you, Vee?" They had just met in a singles bar and had returned to Vee's crib.

"No one can please Vee, my love, even tho all of womankind has tried," his hand gently unclasping her bra strap."

"Make passionate love to me, Vee Cee! I will be your love slave," she gasps unable to control herself.

Just a teaser, you know. You'll have to click to the site to discover the denouement.

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