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3-60’s Beatniks in Granny Boots

Spring-Summer-Fall Episode 3: Hippy Jail Break Bait?

In a bunked cell like holding room, sat Marsha on her bunk, a small cot like bed with a sole wool blanket and small white pillow with no pillow case. The wool blanket was sown into the mattress’s tough web belted polypropylene sides with a very strong silicon thread so that it could not be removed, only opened on one side so one could climb under the blanket, It was lined with a water resistive material, cold to the touch. Mary was on her bunk, stretched out laying and dozing. The door was solid steel with a small glass window meshed with thin steel screen. The room itself was very pink in color, the floor concrete with no other windows. In the hall outside the cell, some yelling was heard in the distance, coming closer to the cell. In the hall, Sara was yelling and kicking while two soldiers were carrying her, one holding her upper body, and another holding her feet, struggling to keep hold of her to put her in the cell room where Mary and Marsha were detained. The soldiers carrying Sara were being led by Patti with a large smirk on her face. “You know Sara, you could make it easier on your self if you just would cooperate. Did you really think Mark would be the one to put you in this cell and tuck you in? You are a political prisoner, and your Miranda rights mean squat here.” said Patti satirically while she unlocked the cell and opened the door. “Don’t tell me Patti? Mark is your boss now? I thought you were equal rank? Must be that Cajun inbreeding causing you to be inferior to the male of the species. Or was it because you majored in Barefoot and Pregnant 101 during your Cajun colleges years?” said Sara trying to get under Patti’s skin again while the soldiers entered the cell dropping Sara on her bunk. Patti quickly removed her gun from her holster and pointed it directly at Sara’s head. “Say one more word Sara! I will send you to 60’s heaven!” said Patti gritting her teeth. One of the other soldiers grabbed the gun from Patti’s hand quickly and de-cocked the trigger. “In here, you cannot remove your weapon. Only we can. Now stand down and holster your weapon or we will have to check your weapon next time you come in here.” warned the soldier. Patti grabbed the weapon back and reluctantly holstered her gun. “You really think you are smart don’t you Sara? Well we will see how smart you are when you all spend 20 to life in the girls club!” scowled Patti as she headed towards the door. “Must be that Cajun inbreeding. See how fast she did what she was commanded by that lower ranked, male? Be sure you run and cook up some chicken and grits for Mark now! Hurry!” said Sara in retaliation, now standing and folding her arms. Mary was still dozing, Marsha was giggling, as the two soldiers chuckled. Patti froze in her tracks at the threshold of the door, with her hand on her holstered gun, but removed her hand and walked out of the cell followed by the two soldiers where one stopped to close the door. “Please lock this place down with camera surveillance and secure the alarms, then you are both relieved.” commanded Patti while locking the cell door with the key then storming out of the holding area. “Yes sir.” said both the soldiers in unison.

Later that night, Mary was sleeping soundly in the same position, Marsha was undressed to her under garments and top, neatly tucked under the blanket sleeping soundly. Sara was laying on the bed staring at the ceiling. It was dark in the cell being controlled with automated lighting, now being off, excepted for the little light filtering into the cell from the small glass window on the cell door. Then the hall light went out, making it pitch black in the holding cell. Sara heard the transformer humming that was slight and constant  whir down to silence. Outside the cell, where it was now pitch black, was a slight scuffle. A person was crawling on all fours with a black ninja type suit and wearing night goggles. Once at the door, the person, who was still on all fours, removed a key loop with the key to the cell readied. Slowly and quietly, the person inserted the key and unlocked the cell door. The door opened very slow and the person with the night goggles, now crouched on their feet, crept into the cell, heading towards Sara’s bunk. Once the person with the night goggles noticed that Sara’s bunk was empty, Sara jumped from behind and grabbed the person around the neck in a full nelson. The person tried to shake Sara off but Sara had a firm grip. Mary, who was awoken from the scuffle, felt her way towards the noise and randomly grabbed on the person’s night goggles and wrenched them off amidst the struggle and fell backwards with the goggles in her hands. While the intruder was still trying to shake Sara from her back, curiously, Mary put the goggles on. Now that Mary could see clearly in the dark, she seen Sara still on the back of the intruder. Mary also noticed the intruder was attempting to remove the gun from their holster. Mary quickly ran over and grabbed the gun from the holster and yelled “Freeze!” The person now realizing the gun was removed from the holster, stopped trying to buck Sara from their back. Sara slowly released her grip from the intruder’s neck. “Mary, be careful with that gun,” said Sara not moving. Don’t worry Sara, I see you perfectly with these weird goggles. There is a flash light on her belt!” said Mary still holding the gun pointed at the intruder. “She?” said Sara as she felt around the intruders midsection, finding the flashlight, removing it, then turning it on to shine it in the intruders face. “Well, well, what a surprise. Miss Born on the Bayou returns for some revenge perhaps?” said Sara chuckling. “Mary, just place the weapon on the floor and I will note that you were cooperative while Sara attempted to escape the facility.” cautioned Patti staring at the weapon. “No no, Mary, just hold that gun on her just like you are. You are not going anywhere Patti. Take off your belt Patti or Mary will use you as target practice. Now!” commanded Sara in a serious tone. Patti reluctantly complied and Sara grabbed the belt from her hands, removing the holster and other gadgets and cases. “Put your hands behind your back Patti!” commanded Sara. By this time, Marsha was waking up, sitting on the edge of her cot rubbing her eyes. “Come on Sara. Let me go and I will recommend..” said Patti getting cut off by Sara. “Don’t move and put your hands behind your back now!” commanded Sara very seriously as Mary continued to hold the gun pointed at Patti. Patti crossed her arms behind her back, and Sara securely bound Patti’s hands behind her back. Then Sara grabbed Patti by the back of her neck and pushed her onto Mary’s cot. “What is going on, why are you making so much noise? Why is Patti here? Is it breakfast?” asked Marsha dressing in her clothes. “My Marsha, clueless as always.” commented Sara, as she looked through the access cards and keys taken from Patti. “Well Miss Virginia, looks like you disabled all the security in the building. Now it is time for you to lead us to our stuff and our van. If you do that, we will let you go and you can make up whatever fantasy you want? Got it?” said Sara as Marsha stuffed one of her nylon stockings in Patti’s mouth. Patti shook her head in compliance.

Once Patti led the 3 60’s Beatniks in Granny Boots through the hall, out of the holding area, into the interrogation and evidence area of the facility, while Mary still holding the gun on Patti, they came to the door that read “Evidence, Restricted. Authorized Personnel only”. “Well, looks like your clearance will not get us into this room.” said Sara, looking again at the keys. Noticing that the power was on the access portions of the doors in this area, Sara started to look through the access cards she took from Patti. “Oh, who is that cute guy? Looks like Mark. I guess he does out rank you honey.” said Sara as she opened the evidence door then pushing Patti into the room. The 3-60’s Beatniks in Granny Boots peered into the flashlight lit evidence room through circular rose shaded glasses. “Point out our boxes Miss Swamp Puddle!?” commanded Sara as she pushed Patti further into the room. Patti walked towards the area with the boxes. Mary still held the gun on Patti as Sara and Marsha grabbed their stuff out of the boxes. Sara carefully looked for the pill bottle with the Timothy Geary pills. “All right girls, all set. Found our ticket home.” said Sara shaking the bottle, then placing it in her bra. “Safe once again, where no man would be tempted to go!” said Marsha as she and Mary giggled. “Grab Mary’s box Miss Simpleton and lead on to our van Swamp Girl!” commanded Sara. Patti led them back to the cell area. As they closed that access door, the lights came on in the interrogation and evidence area. “Power on interlock restored. Have 180 seconds until building lock down and full power and surveillance restored.” as heard through the intercom with the cell area remaining powerless. Patti led them to a door that accessed the fenced in compound. Sara found the key and quickly opened the door and pushed Patti out in the vehicle holding compound. “Where are the keys to the Van?” asked Mary still pointing the gun as they all headed towards the VW Van led by Patti being pushed ahead by Sara. “Who cares, we do not need them where we are going.” said Sara as they approached the VW Van. Sara found that the doors were unlocked on the Van and opened the rear door and pushed Patti into the van, closing the door. “Lets go Girls.” said Sara heading for the driver’s seat. Just then, sirens sounded and the building came on full alert and lock down. The compound also started flashing warning lights and became locked down as well. Once they were all in the VW van, Sara pulled out the pill bottle from her bra and fished out 3 tabs. She gave both Marsha and Mary their tabs and they both placed the tabs on their tongues then swallowed. Sara placed her tab on her tongue and swallowed. “Looks like Patti wants to say something.” said Marsha as she pulled the nylon stocking from her mouth whilst armoured vehicles and personnel stormed the building, inside and out. “You said you would let me go, let me go, please Sara. I will put in a good word for you. Please let me go. They will shoot first and ask questions later, unless I stop them for you.” said Patti frantically looking at the guards running into the compound area from the building.  “Well, that is a nice offer honey, but I am afraid it is too late! Hold on.” said Sara as the van started to spin, slowly as the bright lights from the compound, surveillance warnings, and flood lights started to refract and infract in all directions as the van spun faster and faster, lifting off the ground. Patti finally got her hands free from the loosened belt and was clutching on to anything to hold on but felt something cold, soft and squishy. As she glanced to see where her hand was, she found she was clutching Sara’s enhanced breast on her silicone doll replica. She let go immediately as the van’s spin accelerated to light speed, ascending  and disappearing into the clear starlit sky. The soldiers that were approaching the VW van were now all standing and watching in amazement. Some of the soldiers got a few shots of the phenomenon with their smart phones, mainly Rhonda. Mark who was amongst the soldiers was standing there in awe scratching his head.

To be continued, in a melded militant, 60ish quorum or another…

“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)

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3-60’s Beatniks In Granny Boots

Spring-Summer Episode 2: Psychedelic Retro-Torture

Back in the original interrogation room, Mark was still interrogating Sara. “By the way, where is my van anyway?” asked Sara trying to relax in the stiff boardroom like steel chairs. “Don’t worry Sara, your van is secured in our compound.” answered Mark, looking through the compiled information in Sara’s file. “You know, I though being interrogated by you would of been somewhat more fun, I mean, I would think you would of taken certain liberties, like seducing me, or something. You are starting to disappoint me Mark.” said Sara, mustering up all of the vivaciousness she could. “Please Sara, we need to be serious about this. You were caught trespassing on the Whitehouse property. We are trying to establish motivation. You had no weapons, or explosives. So the intent of your invasion is in question. Why were you there?” asked Mark remaining serious. “On that note, I think I need a lawyer. This is getting far too serious. There was no intent or invasion. And I would like my Miranda rights. Right now.” demanded Sara in a calm, but serious tone. “Look Sara, you are not under arrest. There is no need for a lawyer at this point. We can detain you legally for 24 hrs before charging you with anything. So I suggest you should cooperate. Why were you there?” asked Mark not being derailed from his line of questioning. “Hey Mark, you have no reason at all to think we have any motivation to do anything. The reason for us being there really has nothing to do with the Whitehouse. Let just say it was more of a “trip” then a destination.” explained Sara playing the game. “Ok, lets try some obvious stuff, like your driver’s licence. It says here you were born in 1949. The licence looks like a replica of licences that were issued in the late 60’s. And your clothing suggests you are portraying a hippie of that era. Everything seems authentic to that era, only it would not be possible. Therefore you are masquerading as an old hippie to make some sort of political statement? Or just an elaborate prank? asked Mark getting a bit impatient. “Yes Mark, that is when I was born. And I am not old as you put it, I am 20 years old and ready to be wooed. Not for the boredom you are feeding me. I guess you are hooked on that corn-fed, bare foot swamp runner.” said Sara trying to control the conversation. “This would mean you are 67 years old, Sara. You do not appear to be 67 years of age to me. Besides, even if this licence was authentic, it would mean it is expired. So you could be arrested for that alone. Not to mention the plates of your vehicle as well being expired, reflecting 1969.” continued Mark in a stern tone, not wavering. “Oh my, you have me on traffic violations? Trespassing? Impersonating a hippie while driving a flower powered VW van? What a career maker! That should get you promoted to, lets see, a traffic constable in Whitehorse, Yukon Territories? Too bad. That would mean instead of the Inbred queen, you would have to hook up with Kirima, Princess of the Igloo, because it would be far too cold for Miss Genetic Deficiency to handle.” said Sara letting Mark have it with both barrels. Mark just examined Sara, but had to use all his strength not to retaliate to Sara’s razor sharp comments. “You should attempt to be more politically correct with your responses Sara.” said Mark taking his file, getting up and exiting the interrogation room. “Politically Correct? What a comeback Mark!” yelled Sara, throwing a people magazine featuring Hilary Clinton at Mark, only hitting the closing steel white door.

In Mary’s interrogation room, Rhonda was scratching her head, reading the file. Looking again at Mary’s ID again, she glanced over at Mary, and then back at Mary’s ID. Mary, topped her chair back and plopped her feet on the table, with her legs apart, curling up her maxi skirt above her knees, leaving nothing to the imagination, exposing her flaming red panties. Rhonda looked at her position and then at Mary’s eyes. “That is not very lady like Mary. Could you please put your feet down?” commanded Rhonda becoming uncomfortable. “Mary reluctantly but innocently brought her feet down to the floor, keeping her maxi skirt up above her knees. “Are we finished here? I am a bit tired.” complained Mary as she tapped the table to a rhythm playing in her mind. “Mary, according to your identification, you were born in 1950?  How do explain this?” asked Rhonda very curiously. “What? don’t I look 19? My friends think I look older with my big, ah, large breasts. But I was born 19 years ago. So what is to explain?” said Mary not understanding the question. “Do you know what year it is Mary?” asked Rhonda examining the contents of Mary’s purse. “I know that one, it is 1969, right?” said Mary impervious to the implications. Rhonda stared at Mary, then back at her purse contents. You know, the makeup in your purse has not been available for a very long time. I have not seen a purse like this since I was at my grandmother’s house, looking through her stuff in her attic.” said Rhonda trying to break a clean answer out of Mary. Mary, who was still tapping, started humming an old Jefferson Airplane tune, ignoring Rhonda’s comments. “Mary!, Mary! Pay attention please! Do you know that it is 2017? According to your ID, you are 66 years old? You are not 66 years old! So where did you get this stuff from to appear you are a 60’s beatnik?” asked Rhonda in a commanding tone. “2017? I thought it was 2016? Oh well, I guess we skipped up a year. That makes our doll replicas a year old already. My, does time fly, literally!” said Mary as she started to giggle. “What do you mean by “skipped up a year? You mentioned 2016? What is the significance of 2016 in relation to now? You stated that you thought it was 1969?” asked Rhonda not comprehending Mary. “Space time continual, or at least that is how Sara explains it. It seems we are window-pane time travellers. We take a LSD pill, and end up God knows where! In this case, on the Whitehouse lawn.” said Mary revealing the truth known to her as she continued giggling.

Patti, who was in the smoking lounge having a smoke, finished the cigarette, butted it out, then left the lounge to go back to the interrogation room where Marsha was still waiting. Marsha, who was now in front of the large 2 way mirror, was attempting to fix her face without makeup, getting her vanity fix. “Did you bring my makeup?” asked Marsha still looking in the mirror. “Come back to the table and sit Marsha.” commanded Patti, as she sat down to reopen the file. “Before I give you your purse, I still have more questions.” said Patti as Marsha returned to the table, sitting down, straightening out her clothes. “You mentioned a tornado. How does a tornado lift you from New York to Washington DC? Are you and your friends on drugs? Where did you get the drugs from?” asked Patti attempting to talk on Marsha’s level. “Timothy Geary, some guy Sara knows who gave her a pill bottle full of these thin paper pills and we each took one and that is how we flew on that tornado thingy, but don’t ask me how because Tim explained to Sara what they were and how they worked and somehow the bottle ended up in my clothes at the Howard Johnson Hotel in LA.” explained Marsha in a clued out mannerism that was irritating to Patti. “Please Marsha, do you really think you flew on a tornado? Quit acting like that because no one on earth can be that stupid!” said Patti now very frustrated. “Do you want me to explain it again Patti? I don’t think I left anything out.” said Marsha trying to look astute. “No, please don’t. How old do you think you are? According to you ID, you are 66 years old. How can this be possible? When were you born?” asked Patti, trying to keep on track with the investigation. “I was born in 1950, duh! Like is says on my ID? May be Sara was right. You can’t read.” said Marsha snickering. Patti’s fist smashed on the table, as she got up in fury. She then unsnapped her weapon, in intent to draw, but composed herself and re-snapped the weapon in her holster and stood there glaring at Marsha. “My, you reminded me of Sara just now, only she mostly comes back with a witty remark after I tease her about her sunken treasure chest.” said Marsha looking at Patti, then glancing at Patti’s non-endowed mammalian region. Patti who was already set to  execute Marsha, calmed herself and collected her file. “I think we covered enough for one day. I will be back soon.” said Patti gritting her teeth, then closing the door, leaving Marsha’s purse behind. Marsha quickly grabbed her purse, opened it, and pulled out her makeup kit, sat down in front of the mirror and revamped her vanity session.

To be continued in a possible death-resurrected continual thingy…

“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)

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3-60’s Beatniks In Granny Boots

Spring-Summer Episode 1: Grooving Perusal Bayou

Sitting in an holding cell, now free of their restraints and gunny head shrouds, the 3-60 Beatniks in Granny boots adjusted their circular rose shaded glasses, as the looked over the white, almost sterile room. There was a large mirror that covered most the north wall. The locked, metal door on the east side of the room was also white, with a large, white, boardroom like table in the middle of the lenitive area. “Wow, it is so white and clean in here. I wonder how much thought went into the decorating of this room? It seems, like, none!” snickered Sara rubbing her wrists from the relief of the plastic ties, now removed. “At least it does not smell like fish in here!” said Marsha as she stood up and went close to the mirror, fixing her hair, and checking her face for smudges. “You mean, dirty cracker’s underwear, not fish!” said Sara looking into the large mirror. Mary sat there with a bored look on her face. “From watching Janis, to this? What a complete drag. I’m bored.” said Mary  tipping back on her chair, pulling her maxi skirt above her knees and spreading her feet apart, now up on the large table facing the mirror.  “You know Mary, that is most likely a 2 way mirror, so if you are trying to give the military boys a peep show, they are all probably standing at attention, in more ways than one!” said Sara getting up and grabbing Mary’s granny boots and guiding her exposed limbs off the table. “2 way mirror? I know that one. That is a mirror that you can see yourself from both sides, only reversed.” said Marsha still gawking at her face in the mirror, looking clueless as ever. Sara, looked at Marsha and shook her head as she sat down in one of the many seats situated around the large table. “I am bored and hungry. We need something to eat, and if possible, something to read? I don’t want to offend Miss Remedial Inbred Queen, but some of us can, and like to read!” complained Sara getting up and knocking on the mirror. “I thought I was dumb. But really Sara, do really expect someone to hear you knocking on the mirror? Try knocking on the door!” said Marsha being annoyed from Sara disturbing her vanity session. “Coming from you Marsha, I can almost not be insulted, except for the fact that you are the only one that knows how to apply lipstick in a speedboat going 60 mph over four foot waves, thus given the explanation of a 2 way mirror would coincide to my established theory of your brainpower, but more so, it contradicts all laws of physics and established espionage philosophy of why a 2 way mirror was invented, but given your impeccable vanity aptitude, would make perfect sense!” said Sara as she fogged up the mirror with her breath and drew a flower followed by an exclamation point.

In side another room, adjoined to the holding room via the 2 way mirror, stood Mark, Patti, and some other agents watching and snickering from Sara’s comments about Patti. “I think you should let me interrogate the mouthy one! I would like to start immediately!” insisted Patti, holding her holster, glaring at Sara through the 2 way mirror. “I would think that you should interrogate Marsha, Patti. Besides, we should give them some food and some magazines to keep them occupied.” said Mark trying to be reasonable, knowing Patti was off balance from Sara’s remarks. “Let me get them some food and magazines.” said Patti with a devious grin. A man in a black suit stood up from the rear of the observation room. “No, I think that you should stay in here. Mark, arrange that they get some food. Under no circumstances are any of you to freelance.  We have to decide the validity of their White House intrusion. Record your findings and we will return with the interrogation procedural.” said a man in a black suit as he stood up. “Ok sir!” said Mark promptly, nudging Patti. “Yes, yes sir.” said Patti reluctantly. “We are going to leave Ronda to assist with the initial interrogation. They were not armed so it could be just a childish prank. After they eat, proceed with standard breach interrogation. Mark, you assign whom interrogates who. And keep it simple. We do not need another human rights case against us!” continued the man in the black suit, as he was followed by two other male agents and three female agents out of the observation room. “Rhonda, you go get them some food, drinks and something to read.’ commanded Mark. “Yes sir.” said Rhonda as she exited the observation room. Patti flopped frustrated onto one of the chairs closest to the 2 way mirror. “Figures they would think these twits are interesting. If I had my way,” said Patti getting cut off by Mark. “Enough Patti. Please try to be professional. We are very close to being promoted to full fledged agents. If they see you can be easily unbalanced, they will not promote you.” said Mark hoping to calm Patti’s temper. Patti stood up and snuggled closer to Mark. “Please hold me. I need to know you are mine.” said an insecure Patti hugging Mark. Mark responded and hugged Patti back.

Sara, now very close to the mirror, was shielding her eyes and could just barely see Mark holding Patti because of the extra light shining into observation room from the door being slightly ajar. “Oh yeah, Miss Fiddler in the Booth is getting hot! Watch out Mark, she is probably ovulating. Will we be invited to the shotgun wedding? May be we could bleach a gunny sac white so her family can afford a wedding dress!”  exclaimed Sara loudly as it clearly came through the intercom in the observation room. Mark quickly let go of Patti and dashed to close the ajar door. “She is going to die!” yelled Patti drawing her gun and pointing the pistol right at Sara’s forehead, while Sara grinned through the two way mirror. Mark quickly grabbed the gun and pointed the barrel up towards the ceiling. “Put it away! Slowly!” commanded Mark as he guided the gun back to her hip. Patti with an enraged look, holstered her weapon. “Who are you talking to Sara? Yourself?” snickered Mary as she was stretched out on her chair with her feet on another chair, playing with the beads in her hair. “Really Sara, I think you have lost it!” said Marsha as she puckered up her lips, looking in the mirror in admiration. “I may of just lost it, Marsha, but you never had it.” said Sara pacing back towards the table with her arms folded. At that moment, the door to the interrogation room opened as Rhonda appeared with a couple boxes of pizza, a six pack of pop, along with magazines. Rhonda placed the items on the table as another soldier guarded the open door. Sara seeing something to read, went and grabbed a magazine. Being very hungry, Marsha and Mary both grabbed a pop and some pizza and sat down. Mary, ate her piece with large bites, followed with large gulps of pop. Marsha, daintily placed a serviette on the table, and placed the pizza on the serviette, and carefully opening the can of pop, taking  a small sip. Then she grabbed the piece of pizza with another napkin and took small nibbles. Sara, while reading one of the magazines, took a piece of pizza and a pop, and sat down.

Later, Sara was seated in the original interrogation room alone. Rhonda and Patti escorted Mary and Marsha to separate rooms to start the interrogation. Sara, now through 2 magazines, was starting on the third just as the door opened. She closed the magazine seeing it was Mark. “Hey handsome, I missed you!” said Sara tauntingly as she smiled at Mark. “Hello Sara, I will be your interrogator this evening. Please keep in mind that none of you are in any real trouble. We just have to assess why you drove up on the White House Lawn.” explained Mark as he sat down, placing a digital voice recorder on the table. “Are you going to tie me up? Torcher me? You really don’t have to. I will give you anything you want! But a little light bondage would be ok.” said Sara sexily as she  place her wrists together and offered them to Mark who was seated across the table from her. Mark, almost smiling, composed himself and looked Sara in the eyes seriously. “Why did you drive on to the White House lawn? Better question would be how did you get passed the security to drive up on the lawn?” asked Mark very curious.  “I have a question. What do you see in that country bumpkin girlfriend of yours?” asked Sara winking at Mark. “What makes you, I mean she is not my girlfriend. We have a strictly professional relationship.” said Mark a bit off balance. “Don’t worry hon, you secret is safe with me.” said Sara raising her eyebrows. “So, my question Sara? How did you get passed security and drive up on the lawn?” asked Mark waiting for an answer. “We just landed there. We did not drive anywhere. The motor was off. If any of your brilliant counterparts would of checked, they would of found the VW motor was stone cold. Which I rebuilt myself by the way. I only started it trying t get off the lawn.” said Sara half smiling. “Then you immediately had me turn off the ignition. Not to mention, there no track marks on the lawn, which I am sure you noticed.” continued Sara sighing and sitting back, starting to get bored.

In the other Interrogation room, Rhonda was interrogating Mary who was sitting on the table. “Please Mary, sit in the chair.” commanded Rhonda who also had a digital recorder on the table. Mary got off the table and sat in the chair across from Rhonda. “What were you doing on the White House lawn? Is it some sort of protest? What were you trying to accomplish?” asked Rhonda looking Mary’s clothing over. “I don’t know. You should ask Sara. She knows why we were there. I just go with the flow.” said Mary tapping her fingers. “So as far as you know, it was a protest?” asked Rhonda hoping for a better answer. “I guess. But usually when we protest, we paint flowers on our faces and rally with a lot more people. Like when we protested the war. You know. But Sara usually knows when we do those things. All I know is we were at Woodstock, and then we were at the Whitehouse.” said Mary blankly looking around the room. “Why were you in Woodstock, New York?” asked Rhonda now confused. “Last thing I remember is listening to Janis, then we went to our van and now we are here.” said Mary getting fidgety. “Who is Janis? Is she a friend?” asked Rhonda. “She is the singer? Janis? Woodstock? Duh?” questioned Mary in amazement. “She is dead. So it could not be her. She has been dead for decades.” explained Rhonda. “Yeah, ok, and so is Jimi right?” said Mary now snickering. “When were you born Mary?” asked Rhonda looking at Mary’s ID.

In another interrogation room, Patti was sitting across Marsha who was straightening out her clothes. “So Marsha, you have no recollection of how you ended up on the Whitehouse lawn?” asked Patti trying to be patient.  “Well, I remember fixing my hair and makeup after we flew out of that tornado thingy, almost like  Dorothy, but we were flying in our van carried by the tornado, but I know we were not in Kansas, cause we were watching a concert while carrying our silicone dolls that were made, when we flew on another tornado to this factory, that made silicon dolls, so we had silicon replicas made of each of us, after signing a modeling contract, but then flew on another tornado back to the concert, and that is when we flew on this tornado, in our van, to that rich guy’s big white house, where you made us wear smelly bags on our head all the way here, wherever that is, I am not sure. Can I get my makeup now?” said Marsha really in need of a vanity fix. Patti just looked at Marsha totally confounded and speechless. “Please wait here Marsha.” said Patti with a phoney grin trying not to remove her gun from her holster, as she walked out of the room.

To be continued, tornado thingy speaking…

“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)

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3-60’s Beatniks in Granny Boots

Fall-Winter-Episode 2: This Grass is definitely Greener!

As the van’s vortex spin finally stopped, the 3-60’s Beatniks with Granny Boots, looked through their circular rose shaded glasses, out the windshield and seen what looked to be the Whitehouse in Washington DC. The yard lights well illuminated the front lawn. “Where are we Sara?” Looks like some rich dude’s house.” said Mary with a nervous stare. “It is the Whitehouse dummy!” said Sara gawking in amazement. “Yes the house is white Sara, but whose house is it?” asked Marsha with a clueless look. “The Whitehouse? Come on Marsha, please don’t make me explain the Whitehouse. You know? Where the President lives? With his Wife? Earth to Marsha?” said Sara in amazement. “President? Really? May be we should get off their lawn Sara. Like now!” said Mary watching armed soldiers running towards the VW van. “Oh that Whitehouse. I thought you meant a white house.” said Marsha looking in the passenger sun screen mirror, applying more makeup, impervious to the approaching soldiers and swat teams. Sara, ignoring Marsha’s comments, tried to start the VW van. The motor started to sputter, then started. Before Sara could put it into gear, the van was completely surrounded with several automatic weapons pointed point blank at the windows and windshield. “Turn the vehicle off, roll down your window, throw the ignition keys out the window and leave both hands out the window in plain view! You other two, place your hands on the dash now!” commanded the soldier, closest to the driver door with a automatic rifle pointed at Sara’s head through the driver’s door window. Sara, slowly, turned off the ignition, held the keys in view with her right hand, rolled down the driver’s door window with her left hand, tossed the keys out the window, and held both her hands out the driver window in plain view. Within seconds, Mary and Marsh placed both their hands on the dash for the soldiers and swat teams to see. Quickly, the soldier de-cocked his automatic weapon, pulled out a large, white, plastic tie and secured Sara’s hands together, opened her door and firmly pulled her out of the VW van and pushed her face first into the lawn. There he removed another large plastic tie and bound her legs at the ankles. By this time, other soldiers had Mary and Marsha, on the lawn, face first bounding their hands and feet. Then, gunny sacks were put over Sara’s, Mary’s and Marsha’s heads. “Hey, watch it! I just put on some make up! Now you are smudging it all up!” complained Marsha in muffled tone, speaking through the gunny sack. “Is this how you treat all your dates? You must have a way with women! Good looking!” taunted Sara as the soldier half grinned while putting the gunny sack over her head. “Keep your mouth shut! Do as your told!” commanded one of the female soldiers close by, attempting to shed her West Virginian accent, opening the rear hatch door of the black MDV. “I hope she is not your girlfriend! If she is, she must be a ball buster.” said Sara muffled through her gunny sack, now taunting the female soldier. The male soldier chuckled lightly, then stopping seeing the female soldier was glaring enviously at him. Two other soldiers lifted and loaded Sara in the rear of the MDV, and four other soldiers did the same for Mary and Marsha, with Marsha squirming all the way. “You are making me a total mess!” complained Marsha being loaded into the MDV. On that note, the female soldier slammed the rear hatch door and got into the passenger door, while the male soldier climbed into the driver door. The MDV slowly drove off the Whitehouse lawn, to be careful not to ruin the grass.

Riding in the rear of the MDV, not able to see where they were going, Sara, Mary and Marsha were sitting silent. “You know, it really stinks in here! Do you ever clean this car out? Smells like dead fish or something! I am going to be sick!” said Marsha in a nauseating tone. “I was just waiting to see how long it would take for you to complain about something, Miss Snob and Country!” said Sara through her gunny sack. “It smells more like old cheese or something! Not very pleasant Sara.” agreed Mary not very comfortable. “Well, mine smells like a gunny sack. So may be, your gunny sack was used to bag some fish guts, or Miss Militant’s dirty panties, Marsha! And yours Mary was used for moldy old military socks!” said Sara getting impatient with the ride. “Yuck, you mean I am smelling her old underwear? ” said Marsha breathing shallow and gagging. “She is just kidding Marsha!” said Mary nudging Sara hard with her tied  feet. “Well, if you do barf Marsha, at least you have the barf bag already on your head and you will not get your clothes dirty! But you will smudge your makeup!” said Sara sadistically getting more irate and uncomfortable. Mary then nudged Sara again with her tied feet. “I think I can hold it!” said Marsha calming down but still breathing shallow, thinking about not smudging her makeup.

Up front in the driver’s seat, the male soldier was snickering, trying to hold back his laughter. “Mark! Stop laughing please. Why are you encouraging her!” said the female soldier not impressed with Mark. “Dirty Panties? I thought those bags were clean?” said Mark half grinning watching the road. “You asshole!” said the female soldier folding her arms, looking out the passenger window. “Come on Patti! It was just a joke.” said Mark still grinning slightly. “You would think that was humour!” said Patti, still looking away out the passenger window. “Well, young professionals in love! How quaint! Tell me Patti? Does the CIA, NSA, FBI, or whom ever you are know about this little amored armored partnership?” said Sara chuckling in her gunny sack. “Keep you mouth shut or I will put a gag in your mouth to accompany that potato sack over your head!” threatened Patti now looking back where Sara was positioned. “Well, at least I did not have to wear a gunny sack to my Prom night, Miss Cajun Home Coming Queen! Hopefully it was after you shed the full metal teeth jacket you had to wear during high school to tame your sprawling hillbilly teeth!” said Sara now chuckling loudly, with Mary and Marsha giggling after her. Patti, drew her holstered hand weapon and pointed the loaded gun at Sara’s head. “Say another word! Give me an excuse!” said Patti now furiously enraged. Mark quickly pulled over the MDV. “Stand down now Patti! Now!” commanded Mark. Patti reluctantly holstered her weapon. “Now, all of you please be silent until we reach the holding facility! Please!” said Mark starting to drive again, signaling the entourage to continue. Patti just sat there and remained silent looking ahead. “Ok  handsome!” said Sara tauntingly. “Sara! Please keep quiet” whispered Mary loudly. “What is with you two anyway? They haven’t even read our  Miranda Rights. If she can read!” said Sara getting further under Patti’s skin. Patti about to draw her gun again was stopped by Mark firmly grabbing her arm. “Save it for the interrogation! We are almost at the facility.” commanded Mark trying to keep the peace.

To be continued in a torcher-terrorist behavioral manner…

“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)

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3-60’s Beatniks In Granny Boots

Fall: Episode 1: Whoa, What a Rush…

Instantaneously, after riding the time vortex, Sara, Mary and Marsha, were back at their exact positions at Woodstock, not far from the stage where Janis was still in full shriek. As the 3-60’s Beatniks in Granny boots looked at Janis shrieking through their circular rose shaded glasses, and holding on to their respective replicas, they heard a man’s voice. “Hey babes, who are your friends? Why are they naked?” snickered the younger beatnik with a Beatle’s styled hair do and a goatee. “Mind your business dude. These girls had to be rescued from a plasma vortex. It sucked their clothes off man!” said Sara hiding her doll’s genitalia. “Hey man, there are a lot of chicks without clothes here. Is that what happened to them too?” said the male beatnik seriously clued out. Sara just shook her head and looked at Marsha and Mary. “Lets go to our van and we can stash our dolls in there. Come on.” commanded Sara to Mary and Marsha as she led them towards the parking area of that particular portion of the field.

As they walked towards the area of parked vehicles, it was getting twilight out and fireworks and sparklers were starting to fizzle and light up the sky. “Can we go and see where our boyfriends are? I would really like to see what they are up to.” said Marsha as she lugged her doll now getting heavy. “Yeah, I want to see mine too. I want to make sure he is not flirting around with someone else.” said Mary carrying her doll flung over her shoulder. “No way man! we agreed with all our boyfriends that this is a girl’s night out and they are not to come near us if they see us, and we are not suppose to go near them if we see them! And that includes spying on them Mary!” said Sara carrying her doll in a cradling position. “Are you not one bit interested in what your boyfriend is up too Sara? I mean he is always screwing around on you! How can you accept that?” said Marsha now struggling with her doll. “We have a understanding Marsha, he can see who he wants and I can see who I want. Besides, we are really just good friends. That way I don’t have to make excuses to him if I really do not want to see him. Not like you Marsha, always making excuses to your boyfriend why you cannot put out! I mean he must be doing some other chick! Either that or he masturbates  after getting blue balls from you teasing him all the time.” said Sara chuckling and stopping in front of their Volkswagen van, pink in color of course with several peace symbols and assorted flowers painted randomly, covering the van.

Mary opened the rear cargo door and flung her doll inside, then helped Marsha put her doll inside. Sara then flung her doll inside and closed the cargo door. “You can be a bitch sometimes Sara!” said Marsha frowning and fixing her bandana. “There is hope though for you and your boyfriend, Marsha. After you get him all horned up from your teasing, you can get him to do your doll and still remain faithful to you! And you can remain a virgin for the rest of your natural life!” said Sara as looking at Mary as they both started to laugh. “Sara, you are totally wrong! My doll must remain a virgin too!” said Marsha now sounding pretty unintellectual. “Marsha, it is an inanimate object! It cannot be a virgin you twit! Besides, you don’t think Joe and his business partner didn’t have their way with your doll already? How many of your dolls are already being sold and drooled upon by countless men having their way with your replica right now. I mean you and Floozy Ball here signed the waiver! said Sara still laughing. “You are just mad that Joe rejected you. We seen you getting all hot and flustered with him as he just turned away and went to do his rounds, Miss Sunken Buoys in the Abyss!” snickered Mary defending Marsha. “Yeah, Joe, oh Joe! you were ranting as you squirmed on the floor after fainting. Miss Sunken Speedbumps.” said Marsha in full sneer. “Besides, that was the future, Sara! It has not happened yet!” said Mary folding her arms. “Yeah Sara! My dolls are still virgins!” said Marsha now over her head intellectually. “Man, you too really blow my mind to extremes!” said Sara as she knelt down on one knee to tie her loose lace on her left granny boot.

“I was reading the instruction on those pills. It had a folded piece of paper inside. It said, “once these pills are taken to return from a point of destination, there may be a fluctuation of the hemispheric balance, if precautions are not taken” or so it read.” said Sara as she got up and went to the driver’s side door of their VW van, opened and climbed inside. Mary opened the passenger door and both Marsha and Mary climbed into the van and shared the passenger part of the seat. “What precautions?” said Mary looking curious. “Yeah Sara, what were we suppose to do? And when can we go see the guys?”  said Marsha as she checked herself out in the rear-view mirror. “It continued to say, “once destination of original origin is reached, you must remain still for at least 10 minutes silent. If you do not, there is a strong possibility of being sucked back into the time vortex unexpectedly and sent to an undetermined time destination. At that point, you have created a new origin to which you can return from the undetermined time destination, if you have the pills, so we should remain still for awhile.” said Sara looking at Mary and Marsha now worried. “Do we have any pills left, Sara?” asked Marsha now squirming in her seat. “Yes we do now shut up Marsha and stop squirming, be still!” whispered Sara loudly. As Mary looked out the passenger side of the windshield very worried, trying to remain as still as possible, the outside seemed to ripple and vibrate. Then, the van started to spin, slowly at first, then picked up speed and a vortex of darkness and lights from the distant stages started to form, seemingly bending and twisting the van, ascending higher, in mid air, causing the van to spin at light speed whilst the 3-60’s Beatniks in Granny Boots were in full scream as the VW van disappeared like a shot of light into the darkened hemisphere. “Whoa, what a rush!” said the young beatnik with the Beatle’s styled hair do and goatee as he puffed on a large doobie, watching the VW van disappear into the stars.

“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)

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3-60’s Beatniks In Granny Boots

Final Episode 6: Windowpane to the Plasma Funnel of Time Misplacement

Sara, Mary, and Marsha were all in the back seat of a “In-Repented” cab. The cab was driven by a man In a black turban. “So you exactly do not know the business name?” asked the cab driver with a heavy, Hindu accent. “Just keep going straight. It is down this street .” said Sara looking out the driver’s side of the passenger window, carefully trying to recognize the building. The man kept driving. Mary looked at his ID hanging above the cab meter.  “Sara, we already owe $53.00 and counting. Why is this cab so expensive,  Arun?” asked Mary watching the meter count rapidly. “It is very reasonable ride, yes? Our rates are vey inexpensive.” said Arun looking at Mary through the rear view mirror. “I guess!, But we have traveled what, 4 miles and owe you almost $60.00 now?” said Mary watching the meter tally. “Perhaps the 3 of you can become my wives if you cannot pay? I would provide for you very good! You all dress not exposing yourselves. I would provide you with proper robes and veils. Can belly dance any of you?” said Arun enthusiastically. “Cool it, Arun! Stop here Sheik Polygyny!” said Sara seeing the factory building. Arun slowed down and stopped the cab. “If other two say no, Possibly you only! I would provide for very good life. You can live as queen, yes?” said Arun looking Mary in the eyes through the rear-view mirror. Mary became mesmerised and looked as if she was in a trance.  “Here is your money Arun! Perhaps there is a female camel that is missing you?” said Sara as she punched Mary’s arm, bringing her out of the trance. Sara and Marsha got out of the cab. Mary slid over to get out but stopped again, being mesmerized by Arun’s eyes through the rear view mirror. Sara abruptly grabbed Mary’s arm and dragged her out of the cab and slammed the cab door. “Believe me Arun, you may think she is the one for you, but as soon as the honeymoon was over, she would be bored stiff waiting around in a silk tent for you and would be lured off by the next trance inducing sheik! Besides. You don’t think she is a virgin do you?” said Sara as she led Mary and Marsha towards the building. “I am virgin!” exclaimed Marsha. “Give me a break, Marsha. I think that after a few months, he would most likely sell you cheap to the next naïve sheik looking for an extra wife, or trade you for a camel, once he figured out that you ain’t putting out!”  said Sara laughing. “There is more to life then sex!” said Marsha, straightening out her clothes. “That is why you should join the Catholic Sisterhood. Let the rest of us regenerate the population. Before your sexual abortiveness destroys the earth’s human sexual engenderment .” said Sara still chuckling.

“Yeah Sara, like you have launched so many erections with that superior Madam Ballbreaker routine.” retaliated Marsha as they all walked towards the rear of the factory. “Sara, you could deflate a 16 year old erection with just one icy look, Miss Jackeline Frost.” said Mary laughing as they approached the door. “If it wasn’t for me, Mary, you’d be consummating your marriage to that Sheik, rolling in straw and camel dung, whilst all his other wives watched and took videos, Miss Three Prong Phallic Receptacle.” said Sara inserting the key and opening the factory door. “I wonder how that would work, being one of many wives? Would we each have our own weeknight to spend with the Sheik? Would we all be doing him at the same time?” asked Mary now getting seriously Confucius, as the 3-60’s Beatniks in Granny Boots peered into the factory through their circular rose shaded glasses. The factory was still running with no human is sight. “You would have to contemplate that in your little mind, wouldn’t you Mary. I mean really, where is your brain? Do him all together! Gee!” said Sara leading Mary and Marsha into the factory, following the arrowed path leading to the control room. “I just mean, how is it decided? Who is first and who is last? ” asked a curious Mary “Well, Abbot, Who is on first, What is on second, Why is in left field, which leads me to your question. Which is totally left field, thus putting you last in line if it was a measure of brain power!” said Sara now very bored with the conversation. “Thanks for clearing that up O Mistress Sadist in Torture Boots! said Mary giving up on the idea. “Anytime, Queen Intel-a-reject!” said Sara continuing down the arrowed path. “That is a good question, Mary. How would he manage satisfying all his wives? Would they not get jealous of each other?” asked Marsha supporting Mary’s wonderment. “I shouldn’t be surprised! Marsha, you would be first because the rest of his wives would have to restrain you as he cut the lock off your chastity belt!” said Sara as she got more intellectually insulted.

Looking  in the control room, they seen one man sitting at the desk, looking into the many flat screened monitors. He had longer black, graying hair and was wearing dark blue coveralls. “Ok, what do we do now?” “We cannot get our dolls!” said Marsha and Mary in unison. “Who cares, lets just go where we came in and take the pills so we can go back!” said Sara trying to lead Mary and Marsha to the grating platform where they entered this timeframe. Seeing that Mary and Marsha were not moving, Sara started to shake her head. By this time, the man opened the control room door. “Hi girls. I have been waiting for you. Come in please?” said the older man in dark blue coveralls. Being startled, Sara, Mary and Marsha clutched each other and backed away a few steps. “How do you know us?” asked Sara reluctantly. “By your design. My associate, who is not in town at the moment, said you girls modeled for us. We got 3 very unique, but beautiful designs for our silicone doll line. Now we can square away the contract.” said the older man in blue coveralls. “Contract for what?” asked Sara. “For your design. Come in?” asked Joe motioning his finger invitingly. Sara cautiously led Mary and Marsha into the control room. In the control room, Mary, Marsha sat down in the extra chairs. Sara stood their looking the man in dark blue coveralls direct in the eyes. “My name is Joe. I own this factory. We provide solutions for people that are sexually challenged by producing life like dolls to keep them company.” explained Joe, talking in an eloquent, but down to earth manner. “Kind of like a pimp in a silicone whore factory.” said Sara offensively. “Yes, I guess that is one way to put it, however, the people that purchase these dolls are on the most part, lonely. Some are missing legs or arms, or have some disability that makes it hard for them to acquire female or male companionship. Our sales to that type of client is our main focus because they keep us alive.” explained Joe in a sincere tone. “Man, you are smooth! But, I am not sure I want my image used by any man, disabled or not.” said Sara as she paced back and forth, avoiding direct eye contact with Joe. “That is ok. We do not have to use your design. Good as they are, especially your doll, once we removed the enhancement.” said Joe.

Sara immediately looked back into Joe’s eyes. “You removed my enhancement, and liked it? I do not get it. Why?” said Sara as her hard shell started to soften. “Because, you have and intellectual attractiveness coupled with a natural beauty. Enlarging your breasts takes away from that earthy attractiveness, that I have always found irresistible.” said Joe looking Sara in her eyes now vulnerably exposed.  Sara now knew she liked this guy, even more then Dwayne. “Are you married?’ asked Sara not realising what she just asked. “No, I am divorced.” said Joe now knowing Sara liked him. Mary and Marsha looked at each other and started to laugh. “The ice queen melted twice in one week.” said Mary “And he even likes your sunken treasure!” said Marsha still giggling with Mary. “Go dress your dolls, remedial twins.” said Sara in full eye contact with Joe. “Look Joe, I really think you are sincere. But I still think my design should be kept under wraps for now. You can keep it for yourself if you like. But please, do not distribute to the population.” said Sara smiling. “You can use our design, Joe.” said Mary and Marsha in unison. “Ok girls, contract is on the desk. Fill in the blanks!” said Joe being mesmerized by Sara’s stare. A dreamy moment later, Sara and Joe embraced and started to kiss passionately. Sara invited his advances as Joe removed her circular rose shaded glasses. Then his hand seductively felt her well formed buttocks. Sara winced in pleasure. Joe’s hand then slowly but steadily snuck under her top, caressing her tummy, then with his fingertips, pushing Sara’s bra upwards to expose her… “Come on Joe, you will never find any thing in there!” echoed Marsha’s nauseating, piercing voice , totally destroying the moment. “Sara? Sara? echoed Mary’s voice. “Sara, are you ok?” said Marsha shaking Sara. “What? Why are you shaking me? Where is Joe? What is going on?” said a confused Sara as she was helped up off the control room floor. “He went to do his rounds. He wants us to wait for him. But when he left the control room, you passed out. You kept moaning, Joe! Joe!, Yes, don’t stop Joe!” explained Marsha. “Ok, Ok shut up already. I get the picture.” said Sara brushing herself off.” When did Joe leave the control room?” asked a confused Sara. “Right after he told us where the contracts were. You looked a peaked. Then when he left for his rounds, you fainted.” said Mary laughing.

“What are you doing? Are you signing the contract, Sara? asked Mary “No, I am writing Joe a note.” said Sara as she finished writing the note and placing it in Mary’s and Marsha’s signed contracts folder. By this time, Marsha and Mary grabbed the 3-60’s Beatniks in Granny boots nude replicas, including Sara’s enhanced version. Sara grabbed her doll and stuffed it under her arm. “These dammed things are not light! Ok girls, lets go to the platform.” said Sara, leading them out of the control room. As the 3-60’s Beatniks in Granny Boots climbed back on top of the grating platform with their respective replicas, Sara took out the pill bottle and took out three thin pills that resembled windowpane acid tabs with a plasma vortex picture, then pocketed the pill bottle. “Open your mouths.” said Sara to Mary and Marsha. Sara placed a tab on Mary’s tongue, then Marsha’s tongue, then finally, one her own tongue.  They all swallowed the tabs in unison. Immediately, the factory around them started to spin, so much so, that the area formed a vortex of steal grating, pipes, valves, concrete, automation equipment, computers, and the new run of Sara, minus the enhancement, Mary and Marsha dolls being produced on the automation assembly line. Mary, Marsha and Sara were now clutching each other and their replicas tightly. As the vortex grew stronger, it formed a tunnel spinning seemingly at light speed, sucking the 3-60’s Beatniks in Granny Boots and their replicas up into the spinning tornado like path, transporting them at light speed to their hopeful destination…..

Season End: To be continued in the Fall like spectrum of things…..

“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)

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3-60’s Beatniks in Granny Boots

Episode 5: Hitching a Ride Home in the Cyberspace-d  Out Continual

Now in the hotel room, thanks to Sara’s ingenuity using the key card, Marsha, who had already monopolized the washroom taking a hot leisurely bubble bath, and Mary who was totally zapped by the big screen TV.  Sara who was totally consumed by the array of magazines complementary from the hotel’s lobby after she discovered that the Bible, room service menus and tour guide publications were the only reading material in the room. “Look at the advertising in these magazines! More commercial scribbling then literature. Not much to read!” said Sara already finished with 3 of them. “Did you notice all the people with portable phones? I do not think I seen a phone booth anywhere, let alone a payphone. I wonder if we should get one?” said Mary during a string of commercials. “There is a phone right here. Not that we have anyone to call anyway, Einstein!” said Sara with a smirk as she continued reading the Fortune magazine. “Come on Marsha, get the hell out of there. You been in there for an hour! I want to take a bath some time in the future!” yelled Mary as she jumped up from the couch and ran towards the washroom and started pounding on the door. “Ok, ok, I am almost done. I will be out in a sec!” said Marsha muffled through the door. “Yeah, that usually means 20 minutes.” said Mary flopping back on the couch. “No wonder the food and hotel rooms are so expensive. The inflation rate has sky rocketed and it seems like the so called financial experts just keep spending more paper money that is only backed up by bad debts and more paper money and phoney resources we do not have or have stolen from 3rd world countries. Sadia Arabia owns 3 to 6 percent of our economy , and if it was not for Canada, we would have no resources close by to steal because we have depleted all of our own resources.” said Sara throwing the fortune magazine in the trash container. “We might as well be part of the commonwealth! Freedom my ass! I guess all the privileged idiots from the sixties, once they grew into power, sold out our country for a six pack, a couple of acid tabs, and some downers. And the Queen of England, she is still alive! Man she looks petrified!” said Sara picking up the People magazine.

“Really? That is so cool!” said Marsha as she exited the bathroom wearing a white terry towel robe complimentary from the hotel and her hair wrapped in a towel. Mary jumped up and quickly ran into the washroom and closed the door. “You would think that, Queen prissy of sissy island. Maybe she would hire you to clean the royal toilets!” said Sara chuckling. “I do not thinks so! Besides, I do not know how to use one of those toilet thingy’s anyway.” said Marsha with a sour look. Sara just looked back at Marsha in serious Confucius contemplation. “Ok rose-butt! The secret code of the seriously confused.” said Sara now finished with the people magazine tossing it in the trash can. “You know Sara, sometimes I wonder if you have any clue at all of what you say, because it makes no sense to me!” said Marsha grabbing the People magazine out of the trash can and flopping on the couch. “That doesn’t surprise me Marsha. I mean, you are the only person that could score lower then 600 on you SAT. What did you do, spell your name wrong?” asked Sara now reading the Bible. “Sara, I got 788.” said Marsha flipping through pages of People magazine.  “Yeah, after your second try. What did you have to do get a second try? Give the test master a hand job?” said Sara shaking her head.  “I have my ways. And it had nothing to do with sex.” said Marsha proudly. “That does not surprise me at all, Miss Alligator Moat Around my Britches. Opening your three lock box would only be followed by a mystery wrapped in an enigma.” said Sara stretching.

Marsha, who was rummaging through her clothes and smelling them, came across a pill bottle and set it on the glassed topped coffee table. “We really have to wash these clothes.” said Marsha throwing them on the floor. “They have a laundry service. When I get out of my clothes to take a shower, you or Mary call room service. Five dollars per article would roughly be 20 dollars each. So I will give you 60 dollars. That should be more then enough, even in this place, to do all our clothes.” said Sara entering the washroom while Mary came out bundled in another terry towel robe. A second later, Sara’s clothes came flying out of the washroom and hitting Mary. “Watch it Sara!” said Mary as she threw her clothes on top of Marsha’s. “Call room service Mary. I can’t seem to get through.” said Marsha hanging up the phone. “Ok doll. Who am I calling?” said Mary picking up the phone. “Room service. Then ask for laundry.” said Marsha flipping through the channels already mastering the remote to the TV. “Ok.” said Mary dialing room service. “Hello, how can I help you?” said Pete from the front desk.  “Can we be connected to laundry?” asked Mary. “One moment. Hold Please.” said Pete as the phone went silent. “Laundry.” answered a woman with a Latino accent. “We have some clothes to wash. Can you come get them and have them cleaned? How much would we have to give you?” asked Mary. “You can do the laundry yourself, or we can professionally clean them for you. We can just add it to your bill.” said the Latino woman. “That would be great because we do not have a change of clothes. How long would that take?” asked Mary. “We offer one hour service. So if you need them done now, please put all the clothes in a bag from the closet marked “dry cleaning” and leave it outside your door. It will be picked up right away and done in one hour.” said the Latino woman. “Ok, room 333.” said Mary hanging up the phone. Mary grabbed all the clothes and put them in three bags from the closet according whos clothes were whos and set the bags outside the door.

Later, sitting on the floor in a circle, back to back, beside the phoney fireplace or plasma generator if prefer, was Sara, Marsha, and Mary in their terry towel house coats compliments of the hotel. Each of them were re-stringing there beads and leather strips into their long hair. Each of them had their own style which was known by only them. Sara was doing Marsha’s, Marsha was doing Mary’s and Mary was Doing Sara’s. They were all intensely concentrating on getting them perfect and tight without making it uncomfortable for each other. They were so well rehearsed that none of them made a sound in retaliation. Then they all stood and looked into the wide living room area mirror. They looked and moved their heads in almost unison as they examined the perfection of each other’s work. This is one activity they could all agree on and be happy. “I wonder if those clothes are ready yet?” said Sara jumping on the couch, grabbing the remote, then flipping through the channels. “I will call.” said Mary going towards the phone. As Sara was flipping through the channels, she stopped and went back a couple of channels. It was the adult section of the menu and Sara noticed “Free previews of the new releases” with a preview clips playing in the background.  “Ehwww! I could never do anything like that on camera!” said Marsha sitting beside Sara. “What do you mean? That is what they expected us to do with Zack!” said Sara chuckling. “Get real! No way!” said Marsha turning a bit red. “Look at this guys! “That looks like Zack!” said Sara turning it up. Mary came over and flopped down beside Marsha. “Yes it is!” said Mary gawking at the screen. “A new breakthrough in porn, starring Zack Penice, Ron Scaringme, and Peter Morph, produced by Dwayne Zainy, based on book written by Johnny Sod. 3-50’s Greasers in Tranny Boots. Here is a small exert for your enjoyment.” said the preview narrator. “Sometimes you still awaken during the night and still hear that awful reaming of the rams. You think if you can save poor Jackingboy, that the awful reaming of the rams will stop, don’t you?” asked the Dr. Pervo character. “Well, I did not say I want it to completely stop, doctor!” said Zack’s character as he started to bend over. Before the camera zoomed into Zack exposing his buttocks, Sara click off the TV and threw the remote across the room.

“We really got to get back. We have to warn people of what is to come.” said Sara folding her arms. “The laundry woman said they will have our clothes ready in a few minutes.” said Mary. Just then there was a knock on the door. Mary jumped up and answered the door. “Thank you.” said Mary as she closed the door and brought over the clothes all on hangers and wrapped in dry-cleaning plastic. “What are these pills?” asked Sara holding the bottle and examining the label. “Oh, those are the pills Timothy Geary gave us. He gave me the bottle saying we will need them to get back, whatever that means.” said Marsha as Mary handed over her clothes. “Marsha, you twit, this is our ticket back home. You had them all along and did not know it. Wow.” said Sara reading the label. “Sorry, how was I to know that?” asked Marsha dressing in her clothes. “At least she has them! Now we can get back!” said Mary also dressing. “Well, we have to go back to the same point of origin or unpredictable results will occur, or so reads the label. So we have to head back to that factory.” said Sara placing the pill bottle down starting to dress. “Goodie, we can get our dolls!” said Mary and Marsha in unison. “Oh yeah, our dolls. How could I forget that?” said Sara rolling her eyes. Sara finished dressing, placing the pill bottle in her vest pocket. “Lets hit the road girls!” said Sara,  placing the remaining cash back in her bra, leading the way to the door. “Money is safe and secure where no male’s hand would think to enter!” said Marsha grinning at Mary. “Speak for yourself, most voted to forestall the immaculate conception! And make sure you have your keys in case we have to return” said Sara opening the door. “Ok Madam Tyrannize.” said Mary, while laughing with Marsha, walking into the hall.

To continue is to be conceptual, conception of the continual?

“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)

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3-60’s Beatniks in Granny Boots

Episode 4: Artificially De café-inated

“Look, there is a place we can eat, Slump-a-Round Coffee shop. Sounds like a place where we can be at home.” said Sara, leading the way across the street. Mary pulled open the door and the 3-60’s Beatniks in Granny Boots peered into the coffee house through their circular rose shaded glasses. Sara led the way in towards a table to sit. As they all sat down they looked over the place with curiosity. “Why are they playing elevator music?” asked Mary with a frowned expression. “At least it is clean and smells like coffee and not bodily excretions!” said Marsha breathing normal and appearing more comfortable. Sara who was already reading the coffee and food menus looked up at the coffee house surroundings and decorum. “It is a bit too clean in here. No one is smoking. And where is the bean bags and poetry stage? Looks like a place my mother would take me.” said Sara as she resumed reading the menu. Mary and Marsha started reading the menus. “Look at the prices. $15.00 for an tuna salad sandwich, salad and a café latte. And that is the special!” said Marsha in amazement. “Yeah, expensive!” said Mary blankly, being irritated by the music. “Look, we are in 2016. What do you expect? Besides, we have the money, so lets eat.” said Sara looking around for a waitress or waiter. “If we have to listen to this crap, then the meal should be half price.” said Mary slumping in her chair. “It is probably very popular music of this time, even though it sounds like Benny Goodman on acid.” said Sara zeroing on the man behind the cafeteria styled counter.

“Sir? Sir? Where are the waiters? We would like to order?” said Sara in an authoritative tone. “You have to order here, at the counter.” said the man in a geeky, nauseating tone. The man had over moussed, short  hair that looked like he just woke up and an earing in his nose with large black pointy eyebrows. He was dressed in black dress pants and a brown dress shirt with a logo “Slump-a-Round Coffee Shop”, and a name tag that read “George”. Sara, Marsha and Mary left their seats and walked towards the counter. “I will have the Rueben sandwich and salad, one of those large oatmeal cookies, and your cappuccino extra zap extreme” said Sara looking very hungry. “I will have one of those 6 inch turkey subs with everything, a salad and a café latte with extra chocolate sprinkles.” said Mary. “Give me the special and a soda water.” said Marsha inspecting the counter for cleanliness. There was three stages of preparation, George, who took the order and readied  the beverages, Sally, a blond girl in the same uniform with six earrings in each ear, and her hair in a modern twisted B-52 hair due rendition who was preparing the sandwiches and salads, and Jeff, a black man with short black curly hair in the same uniform, with his pants hanging down below his hips, exposing his boxer shorts, prepared the containers, utensils and trays and attended the cash register.

As the food was prepared,  Jeff looked over at Sara. “Is that all together or separate?” asked Jeff tallying the cost. “Don’t we pay after we are done?” asked Sara. “No, you have to pay before.” said Jeff. Sara being hungry did not want to argue. “All together.” said Sara. “That will be $52.67 with taxes. And will you be leaving a 10, 15, or 20 % tip today?” asked Jeff. “Normally, for this type of service, I would pass on the tip, however, I will leave a 20 % tip. So, Jeff please buy a belt or suspenders.” said Sara, chuckling at Jeff’s pants as she handed him the cash. As Jeff gave Sara the change, Mary and Marsha grabbed their trays and went to their table. Sara then grabbed her tray and looked back at the coffee house employees. ” And, Spock, Sally and Jeff? Captain Kirk just called and asked that you all report for duty on the enterprise leaving very shortly from the drive-in theater nearest you.” said Sara as she carried her tray to the table. Jeff, Sally, and George looked at each other and started to laugh. “They don’t get more intellectual as time goes on do they?” mumbled Sara as she sat down with her tray. “What?” said Mary with a mouth full of food. “Mary, eat like a lady, you floozed out sink disposal!” commanded Sara as she started to eat her Rueben sandwich. “Yes, Madam Icicle!” said Mary taking a drink of her café latte with extra chocolate sprinkles.  Marsha, who was eating small bites of her sandwich and wiping her mouth daintily, and quietly sipping her café latte followed by small sips of her soda water, caught Sara staring at her while taking a drink of her cappuccino extra zap extreme. “What? At least I eat with some manners and not like a pre-union trucker with wholes in his boots!” said Marsha in smocking manner.

“If I didn’t know better, I would say that you were spawned from a pre-18th century wanna be British royal family in pinky boots.” said Sara taking another bite of her Rueben sandwich. Mary, now finishing the last bite of her turkey sub with everything on it, gulped down her café latte with extra chocolate sprinkles. “So where are we off to now?” asked Mary letting out a small burp. “I don’t know, Miss whirlpool of gluttony? Perhaps we should get a hotel for the night? ” said Sara still drinking her cappuccino and munching her oatmeal cookie. “Right O, Commander Baroness!” said Mary cleaning her circular rose shaded glasses. “Eat your salad Mary. We paid enough for it!” said Sara eating her salad. “I am taking it with me in this cool clear container.” said Mary. Marsha, who was finished half eating everything and still sipping on her soda water, caught Sara looking at her and shaking her head. “This cappuccino extra zap extreme is giving me a buzz.” said Sara as she jumped up and walked towards the large bay window, jumping upon the sill and started to chant a poem. “Time, is the trouble, love is the double, Mary, who consumes all the food rubble,  Travelled to a time of strange, where sensibility is  out of range, and sexuality is totally deranged.” chanted Sara as George grabbed her arm and gently guided her off the window sill while all the customers, Mary, Marsha and the staff was watching in amazement. “Cajoled into a bad movie, where the feelings are far from groovy, and Marsha has metal panties, where no man can see anyway! So may she be more like Faye Dunaway, so the world may repopulate, if only Marsha would copulate….”Ok, ok Sara, lets go. said Marsha and Mary as they grabbed each of Sara’s arms, taking over for George, guiding Sara out the door.

Marsha and Mary slowly walked Sara down the street. In the corner of her eye, Sara caught a glimpse of a Howard Johnson Hotel sign. “Hey girls, that is where we are spending the night. In a Howard Johnson. Good to see they are still around.” said Sara now back to normal leading the way to the Howard Johnson Hotel. Inside the lobby, Sara went to the reception desk. “We need a room.” said Sara. “Do you have a credit card?” asked the reception manger. “Not in this time.” said Sara. “We need a major credit card.” said the reception manager. “I can pay cash. How much for 3 of us in one room?” asked Sara pulling out her wad of money. “If you pay cash, we have to have a deposit of $120.00 that you get back when you check out. So for 3 of you in one room we have a double room with a pull out bed. Would that be fine?” asked the reception manager. “That will do.” said Sara. “That is $275.00 per night plus the deposit.” said the reception manager. “Here you go, Pete.” said Sara reading his name tag. Pete then handed her a small container that held 3 cards the size of credit cards. “Where are the keys, what are these?” asked Sara concerned. “Those are your door keys on the 3rd floor, elevator just over there. Just slide them into the slot in the door. One key for each of you.” said Pete politely. “Ok Pete.” said Sara as she handed Mary and Marsha their key. Sara lead the way to the elevator. “Fancy type place.” said Mary, “Very clean, and it smells nice, and I need to take a bath” said Marsha. “I hope they have something to read for this price!” said Sara watching the elevator light as it hit the 3rd floor and opened the door.

Ding, Ding…until next time…

“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)

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3-60’s Beatniks in Granny Boots

Episode 3: A Star is Aborted…

“At least I am able to get into my bra, Miss Full body Iron Girdle.” responded Sara to Marsha  as she led Mary and Marsha to audition room 3. Mary grabbed the door knob and opened the door cautiously and the 3-60’s Beatniks in Granny Boots poked their heads into the room and looked through their circular, rose shaded glasses. “Come in please.” said a man standing in the middle of the dingy, poorly painted room setup with tri-angled lighting and two cameramen with digital cameras and a black leather sofa. On the back wall was a tacky poster of a seedy woman, mostly nude, dressed only in an eye patch and red bandana  holding a pen that looked like a phallic writing “PiratesJiveHoes.com” in pearl white lettering between her spread legs.  “Cute.” said Sara hesitant to enter. As Sara, Masha and Mary entered, they seen another man dressed in a dark tee shirt with the same logo “PiratesJiveHoes.com”, blue jeans, bare feet with every square centimeter off his arms covered in tats. “Welcome, my name is Dwayne, the producer and director and this is Zack, our male actor that will be performing with you girls in this audition. I will be standing by and will start and stop the filming if necessary. Zack will start off with a series of questions and all you three have to do is answer his questions and follow his lead and instructions.” said Dwayne in a polite mannerism. “So we do not have any lines or q-cards to read?” asked Sara looking at Zack with a sceptical expression. “No, this is unscripted, an improvisation if you will. No need because the questions will be straight forward and the instructions will be straight forward.” answered Dwayne as he adjusted the lights. “Please, sit down, all three of you, on the sofa. I love your costumes.” said Dwayne looking them over while pointing the lights towards the sofa. “Costumes?” said Sara as they all sat on the sofa.

“OK, roll it, you can start Zack.” said Dwayne. “It really smells like urine in here.” whispered Marsha to Sara. “Oh don’t be a wuss puss Marsha.” whispered Sara still examining Zack with scrutiny. “So, what is your names? asked Zack in a condescending, DJ type voice. “Sara.” answered Sara. “Marsha.” answered Marsha breathing shallow in disgust.  “Mary.” said Mary naïvely. “So how old are you girls?” asked Zack trying to be superior. “We are old enough. We are not jail bait if that is why you are asking.” said Sara smartly. Zack looked over at the Dwayne. Dwayne motioned Zack to continue. “So what do you girls like to do, are you in college? asked Zach a bit unsure. “I like many activities, reading, going to the library, concerts, museums.” answered Sara starting to get bored. “I like dancing, listening to music, especially Janis. I love shopping and going for soda.” said Marsha trying to look enthusiastic while breathing shallow. “I like do anything.” said Mary with a blank naïve expression. “So do you girls like dick?” said Zack trying to maintain superiority. “Dick? who is Dick?” asked Mary. “I think he is one of the cameramen.” said Marsha still breathing shallow. “Oh my God. Just shut up you two and I will answer for you. God. He meant dick as in penis.” said Sara getting analytically frustrated. “Phallic-worship? let me see, only in the true sense of eroticism.” answered Sara looking Zack in the eyes. Zack again looking at Dwayne and Dwayne motioning Zack to continue. “So you do like giving head?” asked Zack in a untoned mannerism feeling a bit unbalanced. “I believe I answered that question Zack, but being here is leading me to believe that this place is a collective of undisciplined erotism, thoughtless sexual escapades, licentious folly and satyriasis.” continued Sara not being impressed with Zack mentally.

Zach went towards Dwayne and  whispered. Dwayne whispered back and motioned Zack to continue. “So Mary, do you like to get gagged by dick?” said Zack appearing more intimidated. “Gagged? If dick means penis, and gagged means…”  said Mary getting cut off by Marsha. “You know, when you stick your fingers  down your throat to vomit after a big meal so you don’t gain weight. It stinks though, kind of like it stinks in here. A mixture of urine and vomit” said Marsha breathing more shallow. Sara looked at Mary having a blank expression and Marsha looking very nauseated started to laugh. “Zack, if you are trying to refer to the perfect sexual union, fruitful orgasms from perfect states of erections, clitoral and penile, genital harmony, well I am afraid you are referring to the wrong orifice!” said Sara in a composed but irritated manner. Zack now in a total state of inadequacy went over to Dwayne and whispered again. Dwayne whispered back and motioned Zack to continue. Zack opened his tight jeans and exposed his large penis. “How would you like to talk with this in your mouth, Sara?!” said Zack in a retaliating tone holding his penis in his right hand. “Wow, that is very big! Nice!” said Mary looking with excitement. “Ewwh, I could never touch one with a tattoo on it! Gross! And it stinks!” said Marsha ready to faint. “You two take the cake let me tell you. Well Zack, that is a large phallic I have to admit. Does it ever become erect? Looks a bit limp. Impotent. Are in repose of your libido? Even fellatio requires some erective penetration.” said Sara looking thoroughly unamused and bored.

“Why don’t you take those stupid costumes off and I will ram it down your throat and we will see who is limp.” said Zack in total retaliatory frustration stroking his penis as it remained limp.  Sara, Mary and Marsha looked at each other and started to laugh. “Zachary, to continue with this escapade would only produce a uneventful laborious copulation and sexual disquiet. To be honest, this whole experience has only produced  false phalli and coital failure coming from a person sexually perverted who has abused his sexual organ from flagellation, that would only lead to inefficient penetration and orgasmic delays. So before you give me anymore of your labia, maybe you should re-evaluate your approach to the female species.” said Sara in literary dominance. Just then, Zach being speechless did up his pants and walked out of the audition room. The cameramen shut off their cameras and Dwayne stood there scratching his head while turning off the lighting. “Jesus Sara, you did not have to say those things to Zack. You really upset him. What did you say to him anyway?” said Mary blankly. Marsha stood up and look at the rear of her skirt. “I hope my I did not stain my clothes.” said Marsha looking and examining herself and breathing shallow. “We spent 20 minutes on this couch, on film Dwayne, so that means, according to the audition contract, you owe us $300.00 a piece.” said Sara standing up. “Come on Mary, lets get out of here before I really get sick.” said Marsha opening the door. “Marsha, you prissy cheerleading snob witch.” said Sara looking at Dwayne waiting for the money. “Speak for yourself drive-in iceberg.” said Marsha as she and Mary walked out of the audition room.

“Well Sara, I have to be impressed by your sexual knowledge in a biblical sense. But unfortunately, we cannot sell that type of film and make any money.” said Dwayne folding his arms as the cameramen put away their gear. “Dwayne. Your male actor did not get it up, so that is not our fault. We answered every question. It is not my fault he cannot handle a woman with a brain.” said Sara liking Dwayne mentally. “Well Sara, you definitely have a brain, but you are a bit above average in that respect. However, we still cannot sell that type of film, at least not in this market.” said Dwayne. “You seem like a smart guy. Would you may be like to take me for a drink?” said Sara teasingly. “I certainly would but I am married. But because you have made my day with that request, here is the $900.00. Who knows, may be this film could be educational.” said Dwayne handing over the money. “One thing that does confuse me Sara, is why the 60’s costume and no 60’s lingo?” asked Dwayne. “You are intelligent. You figure it out!” said Sara putting the money in her bra and backing away from Dwayne smiling. Sara then opened the door and left. After she closed the door, Marsha and Mary were standing there smirking. “Take me for a drink? Sara has a crush on someone, I don’t believe it.” said Mary. “The ice queen was melted somewhat by a guy? I am telling your boyfriend!” said Marsha giggling. “Shut up and lets go eat, river floozy and old maid!” said Sara heading towards the exit. Mary and Marsha followed giggling.

The dry ice mist continues…

“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)

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3-60’s Beatniks in Granny Boots

Episode 2: Legally Gagged Money Order

“Lets get out of here. We need to eat soon. We need some money. I was reading this newspaper, hopefully recent and it has an address for work. Adult actresses needed. Will pay $50.00 guaranteed for an audition. Terms and modelling contracts apply.” said Sara, reading the ad to Marsha and Mary. “What about our dolls? I want to keep mine and bring it back when we go!” said Mary. “Yeah, me too!” said Marsha. “Well, I hate to break it to you both but I think we may be stuck here unless we can find that Geary guy to get us back. May be this is just a dream and we will awake any moment? Either way, I am hungry and we need some coin. In the mean time we can hide our dolls behind this panel. Judging from the amount of dust, no one goes back here. They will be safe until we come back.” said Sara as she looked behind the panel after pulling miscellaneous lumber away. Quickly, they carefully stacked the dolls in the back of the panel and placed the lumber back to camouflage the dolls. “Sara, how will we get back in this place? The doors will most likely lock when we leave or someone who works here will lock up.” asked Marsha placing the last piece of lumber. “I found some keys here hanging behind this panel. Most likely spares. We will find the door the keys open and leave from there.” explained Sara pocketing the keys in her vest. “Where are we anyway? We do not have a clue where we are Sara.” said Marsha looking nervous. “According to the newspaper, we are in Los Angeles. I know my way around. According to the address on this brochure, we are not far from downtown where that agency is located.” said Sara confidently.

Walking to different doors in the plant that seemed to totally unmanned, they found the exit door that the keys opened. “Ok, this is the door we have to come back into when we return.  We will mark it with some lipstick. Give your lipstick Marsha.” commanded Sara. “No way, use your own!” said Marsha. “I left mine somewhere in time. Gimme now.” commanded Sara. Marsha reluctantly gave Sara here lipstick. Sara drew a peace symbol above the door knob. “Ok lets boogie.” commanded Sara as they all walked towards the nearest street. After walking for a few hours, they finally found the address. “Come on girls, $150.00 dollars is waiting for us and I am starved.” said Sara leading the way inside the seedy production company’s reception area. As they all entered the waiting area, they seen an array of different women, mostly very young. “Jesus Sara, all these girls look too young to be here. You did say adult auditions did you not?” asked Mary looking around confused. “Yeah Sara, these girls are just babies.” said Marsha applying some lipstick. “It is a production company. They probably make different types of films that they need kids for I guess.” said Sara leading the way to the reception desk. “Hello uh, girls. Are you here to audition?” asked the receptionist looking over their cloths. The receptionist had blond, purple and pink hair with half her head shaved and several pierced earrings in her nose, ears, lips and forehead. “Yes, thank you. We are all here to audition, $50.00 dollars a piece guaranteed right?” said Sara showing the ad. “That is correct. But you will all need to sign this modelling waiver. If you like, you can all audition together.” said the receptionist handing Sara 3 copies of the modelling waiver. Sara grabbed the copies and read the contract. A few minutes later, Sara signed her copy. “Ok girls, sign the forms.” said Sara handing Marsha and Mary their copies. After they signed, Sara handed the copies to the receptionist.

“All right, give us our $50.00 each.” demanded Sara. “You have to audition first. Then we pay you the money.” said the receptionist firmly. “I am afraid not! The waiver clearly states that upon signing this agreement, $50.00 is to be paid to the model immediately before the audition session. So pay up sweetie!” demanded Sara. “I am afraid that is not what the contract means. It means after the session.” reaffirmed the receptionist. “What is your name honey?” asked Sara to the receptionist. “Taylor.” answered the receptionist. “Well Taylor, you get your entertainment lawyer here immediately to show me how that clause means later. Or I will go outside and bring in a cop to read it for you!” said Sara in a serious tone. “Just one moment. I will get the producer.” said Taylor. “Thanks hon.” said Sara. “It smells bad in here! Can we go?” said Marsha with a disgusted look in her face. “Please Marsha, stop being a snobby impotency inducer for five minutes.” said Sara reading the different signs and literature scattered about on Taylor’s desk. Mary was sitting by a man and talking. “So you are a adult actor too? What roles do you play?” asked Mary naïvely. “There is really only one kind of role for men here. I just do what the director tells me.” said the man lookin over Mary’s voluptuousness. “We are adult models too. We just posed for some life size silicone Barbie dolls. Genitalia and everything.” said Mary trying to look experienced. The male actor just looked at Mary a bit confused. Then they both laughed.  Marsha was standing and trying to avoid any contact at all with anyone or anything near her. An older adult male actor walked up to Marsha. Marsha squeezed out a phoney smile trying to be polite. “Hey baby! I hope we are in the same film together. I would like to pop your throat cherry!” said the male actor crudely. “I beg your pardon sir? Sara!!” said Marsha now getting really paranoid.

“Marsha, you prised out whining frigid generator! Talk to the man. He won’t bite! Try to mingle.” said Sara still reading copies of different agreements and contracts carelessly sprawled over Taylor’s desk and cabinets. “So you are new at this aren’t you? Just follow my lead. If you are here for the audition, I can give some pointers. Lets go in the back lounge there and I will let you practice on me.” said the older actor with a coy grin. “I really don’t thinks so. I am not here for popping cherry thingies or practice of any kind. Sara, I really need to speak to you.” said Marsha politely trembling with disgust. “Can’t you see I am reading Miss Chasity belt?” said Sara still engulfed with legal literature. “Hey there, I like a woman with small breasts! Who is your friend honey? I d like to test her gag reflex.” said the older actor now zeroing in on Sara. “Are you speaking to me you limp imp?” said Sara not very impressed. “Yeah, I like an intelligent lady. Especially when I..” said the older actor cut off by Sara. “Hey, I know you? I thought you were petrified? Medusa was the last woman you tried to date right? Only problem is she turned your brain to stone and left everything else soft.” said Sara sadistically. The older actor looked at Marsha. Marsha and the older actor started to laugh. “No brains, no pain.” said Sara to herself as she resumed reading. “I am sorry for what my friend said to you.” said Marsha sincerely. “My name is Jed.” said the older man. “My name is Marsha. Don’t take this the wrong way but I am saving it for marriage.” said Marsha seriously clueless. Jed looking more confused looked at Sara and they started to laugh.

“You seem like a very nice lady. Perhaps we could go for a drink? Get to know each other?” said the younger male actor to Mary. “That sounds nice. I would like that.” said Mary mesmerized” Just then the younger male actor leaned over to kiss Mary. Mary responded and they started to smooch and make out. Sara who was pretty much done reading everything, saw Mary making out. “Mary! Come here now!” shrieked Sara startling Mary and everyone in the agency. Mary got up and fixed her bandana and walked over to Sara. “Are you kidding me? You are making out here? They probably have hidden cameras everywhere you loose floozy! Stay here with me. We are here for the audition and that is it! We are not here to give it away.” said Sara clutching Mary’s arm. “Besides, he could be your unborn son for all you know!” said Sara conning Mary. “You really thinks so?” said Mary with an unsure expression. Taylor finally returned to her desk. “You are correct Sara, here is the $150.00, $50.00 dollars each. All three of you can go to audition room 3 on the left.” said Taylor pointing the direction. Sara counted the money and put it in her bra. “It will definitely be safe in there!” said Marsha looking at Mary and Taylor. Then Marsha, Mary and Taylor started to laugh.

Too Be or Not to Be Continued, More or Less…

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