"There's no more need for that!" Carlos said as he brutishly hugged her tree-like arm, for he could not hold with one hand such a limb so great in circumference.
That was because of the bark wrap she was wearing while she was warming up her vocal cords profoundly.
Carlos, suddenly getting a splinter from the bark wrap, burst forth with a womanish scream...
Awakened by his display of natural talent, Francesca emerged from the thick and cumbersome bark wrap.
"I must call Maestro Grigorovich at once," she said, pulling on her favorite robe, the vermilion silk one with the Chinese embroidery.
Alas, Francesca had forgotten about Carlos' bodyguards!
Carlos had not, of course, and jealously waved off his drooling, ogling entourage, his own groin astir--but now was not the time for romance, there was nevery any time, anymore.
Maestro Gregorovich stood in his kitchen buttering some toast for a little snack.
The phone rang, and he let his machine answer it, with the message, "I'm in the middle of something here, state your business and please do not waste my time unless it is important, or I will have you and your whole family exterminated."
(vivien, you don't like the monkey? :sad: )
a voice came on telling him that he was the winner of the Dutch lottery and all he had to do was send $500 administration fees to receive the $1,000,000 first prize, he rushed to pick up the receiver.
<doesn't have quite the appeal of the louche former avatar kicky - can it be this is the real you? .,.,..no some dreadful disguise?...... i hope>
"A-HA! Gotcha!" Francesca gloated when at last the reclusive Maestro picked up the phone.
"I'm sorry, but this was the only way I knew how to get through to you, I mean all the way through," she said into her cellphone, from behind the shower curtain.
" I am not in love with you anymore im afraid. It is your brother Mario walburgh that has my heart". she said almost in tears through the cell phone
The maestro thought this information over as he chomped his toast in the late morning light that flowed into the kitchen of his mountain retreat.
(Vivien, I'm thinking about it...maybe I will change it...)
"Im sorry ," she stammered , " all i can think about when i am with you are those sexy black glasses and his cute little monkey nose that just makes me all...mushy .. inside. And this isnt fair to you, I mean , you DID save me from your brothers evil wife before."
All Francesca heard at the other end of the line was the maestro going CHOMP, CHOMP, CHOMP.
Hopeful that she now had the maestro's attention, she continued chattering at high speed, "Anyway, what I really called about is...I have just heard the most marvelous, the most melting, the most melifluous baritone voice (you simply MUST hear it for yourself!) and you'll never believe it, but it belongs to another half-Romanian, half-Italian gentleman (like yourself) by the name of Carlo, who is a...um...uh...close friend of mine."
The chomping she heard on through the phone was quickly interrupted with his bold loud voice crying " How many friends do you have that are not people who work at my shoe factory? Or have you 'be-friended' them all ? I know EVERYONE you have mentioned. I should, I PAY THIER SALARIES!!!"
>gasp<
(((kicky... your monkey.. where did he go? you didnt spank him so much he left you did ya?))))
>hehehehe<
