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The Inn: Watch Where You Sit A traveler entered the Inn and plopped himself down on a barstool. He ordered a beer and started to give the lovely barmaid an eyeful.
"Best you watch who you stare at in here, Mister," said the bartender.
"Oh yea, says who," snapped the traveler, never taking his eyes off the wench's healthy cleavage.
"The name is Keep, and you best take my words to heart." The waitress slipped into the back and the man finally looked back at the bartender.
"Why, you going to do something about it," he said threateningly.
"Oh no, I'm a peaceful man. But the last man who came in here staring at the ladies didn't fare so well."
The traveler rolled his eyes and turned on his stool to lean on the bar as the barmaid returned. "Uh, huh.
The Remote: In a Flash Victor surfed through the channels with his remote in an endless search for something meaningful to watch. He would pause for several seconds on some channels, passing others without a second glance. It marveled him to think that out of 73 channels of programming, he could find nothing to watch.
His frustration finally peaked and he hit the power button, making the 42-inch screen go dark. He sighed and dropped the remote beside him. Rubbing his face with both hands, he pulled a modicum of gook from the corners of his eyes. After flicking the crud across the room, he rolled on his side and stared at his roommate.
Tyler was lying on his bed; glasses far down on his nose, holding a book in both hands. Victor never understood what seemed to fascinate his roommate about the written word. To him it was just boring. G
Purebred BitchLillian woke up early and slipped carefully out of bed so not to wake Morton. He liked to get a full night's sleep and hated to be interrupted.
She went into the bathroom and pulled the test she'd bought out from behind the cleaning supplies under the sink. Reading the instructions, she did as directed and waited. She hoped and prayed that it would finally be positive so she could proceed with the next phase in her life. The minutes seemed like hours before the test finally gave up it's result. Lillian smiled wide.
Getting another box from under the sink, she took it's contents back into the bedroom with her. Moving quietly over to her husband, she slipped it around his neck and closed it. He shifted slightly but didn't wake up. Smiling, Lillian moved to the other side of the bed and eased herself onto the mattress.
Watching Morton for a minute or so, she soon noticed some signs that the transformat
Call for a Change: Prom Date Jesse was on his way to the bar when his cell phone rang.
"Apricot Parmesan," the voice said. Jesse's eyes glazed over and he sat up straight, but still continued to drive safely. "Go to the corner of Lincoln and Amhurst. Park anywhere you can."
Following the orders, Jesse took the next right and headed into the Spring Gardens suburb, seeming to know where to go by instinct. Coming to the shady intersection, he turned onto Amhurst and parked near the corner.
"Turn into a short, 17-year-old, redheaded girl named Martha Finkle. You're wearing a lime green prom dress and heels," the voice said.
Jesse's form diminished from 5'10" to 5'1" while his waist narrowed, his hips widened and his just puffed out. His long-sleeve shirt shrank away from dainty hands and arms, forming a sp
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