Male/female alternating story word game!

Mona and the author stand to leave as Nick looks up. His eyes meet Mona's............Nick smiles slightly and then he turns back to Sabrina.

The sensual delights that assail Mona are far beyond her wildest dreams, ( or the dreams of the author come to that), Hiama quite forgetting who and where he is acts totally without conscience and enjoys the whole love-making scene so much he writes two more for later in the script and makes sure that he is playing the lead in both ( lets hope he has enough lead in his pencil ).

Looking across at Mona and outside at Lola and Danon he realises his days are numbered and hopes that someone who can really write like Bernie of the Lathams will come and save him from a fate worse than ................too late our eponymous hero has spontaneously combusted and all that is left is a little ( well quite big really) pile of ash !

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Hi, technoguyrob...Welcome...
This is supposed to be an alternating Male/Female writing story but, given the paucity of postings, we don't enforce that rule too rigidly.
You are invited to go back a few pages to find out who Mona, Nick and Sabrina are. It doesn't really matter though. Some of the the participants have injected themselves into the story line.
Hiama takes a fiendish delight in killing off characters faster than we can introduce them! He apparently has just killed off himself.
So, moving on:

Officer Roger Jenkins of the New Mexico State Police opened the trunk of his Crown Vic. He cut off six feet of yellow tape labelled "Police Line/Do Not Cross."
It was a lot less tape than he would normally use at a crime or accident scene. But this was an unusual situation, even for a veteran officer like Jenkins, only three years from retirement.
He marked off the area where the pile of ashes lay...with the words "Police Line/Do Not Cross" clearly readable as he bent over the tape.
Later, when he was at home with his family, they saw the eager reporter from Fox11 reporting live from the scene. And, of course, the tape was upside down.
"Dad," Jennifer asked, "why is the tape upside down?"

"Because sometimes when you're working on one thing and thinking about something else, you slip up," said Roger, giving his girl a tired smile.

"But, why?" asked Jennifer, eyes big and dewwy.

"Well, because a brain can only think so many things at once, especially when those things are big concepts," he said, taking a swig of bourbon.

"Wwwwooooooyyyyyyeeeee?"

"because I said so"

but the tape was not upside down, as Nick pointed out later. When Officer Jenkins had been driving home there had been a Chronosynclastic Infidubla where all things wrong had been made right (also upside down). Jello would now set even with fresh pineapple. Politicians were all rendered mute, Stevie Wonder got his drivers liscense and Leona Helmsly worked as a maid in a Super 8 Motel. The ashes turned to mud, the mud became man and Hiama said "whoa".

"because you said so,"mocks Jennifer under her breath, as she walks down the hall back to her room. "Ok," thinks Jen, "I'll just make sure I've got all my stuff here before I leave for Ed's. Let's see, bubbler, lighter, weed, hummm, looks like that's about it."

As Jennifer passes through the living room where her dad, his feet propped up on his recliner, is watching war coverage and drinking a beer. She says "see ya later Daddy," as she gives him a little peck on his cheek. I'm going over to Rosalina's house to do some homework. We have a big essay due on Monday. I think I'll probably spend the night."

"Ok, Hon," says Jenkins. "Have a good time."

Jennifer pauses to grin at her reflection in the hallway mirror, then skips out the front door, car keys in hand.

On her way to Ed's, she passes a large pile of ash surrounded by a dozen police cars and yellow tape. Recognizing the scene from the TV news report and panicked by all the police cars, Jennifer tosses her stash out the window without thinking. The baggie lands at the front paws of a police dog, which then gives chase followed by two uniformed officers with guns drawn. The cops fire at the car, shooting out two tires, which makes the car spin...right into...

the Fox11NewsTeam. "This is a terrible situation," Missy reports, "My hair is all messed up."

The news reporters start asking questions about what happened...

"When did this pile of ash appear here?" asked the senior reporter.

"What did that driver throw out her window?" asked another.

"Who put the yellow tape upside down?" roared the police chief.

"What the hell is a Chronosynclastic Infidubla?" asked Missy, "and why doesn't my hair spray work anymore?"

"Hello! Hello! ....... God! " Todd Campbell, news director of Fox News 11, screamed into his headset. "Missy, Missy!!" No answer. "Somebody get me the truck and tell them to tell Missy to put on her goddamn IFB! We are on air in six minutes!!"

He reached up and flipped his mike switch to Studio, "Howard, she is still not answering. I'm calling the truck." Howard Vollsvox looked up through the lights towards the booth and gave his most regal thumbs up to Todd. While glancing at his hairline on the studio monitor, he scanned down the news script pages: a tax bill passed in the State Capitol, the Atlas milk contamination trial continues, a dog belonging to ---- Oh God, this was going to be another ballbuster of a boring show---- that weathergirl would come on and chirp about the coming cold front and then the unendurable sportscast. "If it wasn't for Dinae, I don't know how I would get through all this. " He thought. Dianae Fontenteller, his co-anchor, dove into her chair beside him.
"Missy's supposedly got something"
" Well, maybe she should try some penicillin"
"No, silly, she's got a story. It's about some ash pile and there's some dope and a police chase."
"Well, if we can teach her to speak and write clearly in the next" he looked up at the studio clock," three minutes and forty seconds, she may have something to add to this broadcast."
"Missy, can you hear me?" Todd yelled at the monitor in front of him showing Missy squinting at something on her hand," Missy!!" The image of Missy slowly looked right at him and it's head nodded. "Okay, good! Now we will open, then Howard will do headlines, throw it to Dinae and she will throw it to you. Okay??" The Missy on the monitor nodded again and then dropped out of view.

Jennifer knows she's busted. And her story about spending the night at Rosalina's is blown. Ed doesn't have his cell phone with him. He'd lost it the night before at the concert. He's no help, when had he ever been?

"Oh, God!" thinks Jennifer, "what will I tell Daddy?"

As a man approaches the car, Jennifer begins to cry. "Just get that innocent look on your face," she says to herself. "It's gotten you through so many close calls."

"Hi there, girlie," says Hiana, "whoa, my head is goin no where fast. Would you mind accompanying me to the nearest bar? I need a drink."

"Oh, yes, mister," says Jennifer in her sweetest voice, as she leaps from the car and grabs her stash and pipe off the ground. Slipping it into her purse with the precision of an accomplished pick pocket, she says, "There's one around the corner, two blocks up. Come with me, I'll show you the way."

As Missy, with the Fox News Team, struggles with her headset, the police rush to help her. Four policemen are all helping Missy while Hiama and Jennifer make a run for the bar...............

(Oh my, Lola, you've started writing in the past tense - while muttering under your breath probably "Cretins...damned cretins."
I did try to remember to post in the present tense but I couldn't do it.
PS: nice to see some new contributors) -rjb-

(Oops, my fault. I will do better. Joe, you show-off, I love it! Where is dyslexia? His last post cracked me up!)

Hiama and Jennifer try to buzz past the bouncer at the Tomcat Lounge (that one's for you, Joe!), but the tall Texan stops them cold. "Lemme see your ID, missy," he says.

Hiama is confused. "No, Missy is back around the corner by the ash pile with the rest of the TV crew," he says dizzily.

Jennifer quickly pulls one of her fake IDs from her purse and flashes it at the bouncer. He waves them in. Hiama heads straight for the restroom, complaining about the whole world going crazy. He tells Jennifer to order a drink for him. As she is putting the ID back in her wallet, she realizes she has forgotten to "borrow" her dad's credit card again.

Oh well, she thinks, I've done this before. She orders two double shots of tequila, then asks the bartender to send one of them to the lonely-looking guy sitting in front of the Budweiser tap. The guy, a pharmaceutical sales rep from New Jersey, is pleasantly surprised. Jennifer licks her lips and gives the guy her best pouty smile. The sucker melts. He moves to the seat beside Jennifer and tells the bartender to put the drinks on his tab. Jennifer downs her tequila in a single breath, then grabs the sales rep's sample case and runs for the door.

Just then, Hiama comes out of the restroom and runs after Jennifer. "Where's my drink?" he shouts.

"How was I s'posed to pay for it?" she shouts back as she reaches the sidewalk.

Still running, Hiama follows her to the end of the block, where they stop to open the sample case. "Hot damn!" Jennifer exclaims. "Whoa," Hiama echoes.

"Just a minute there, missy," says the tall Texan bouncer. "We don't 'llow that kinda thing around here." He drags Hiama and Jennifer back to the bar, where they are met by an angry bartender and an even angrier pharmaceutical sales rep. The rest of the bar crowd is up in arms, too.

Jennifer looks at Hiama for help, but Hiama looks ill.

(OK, rjb, all fixed up. Won't do it again. I forgot myself and just followed the lead.)


"That Jennifer," says the bartender, as he looks sternly into her eyes. "you're always gettin into trouble."

Jack the bartender continues talking to Jennifer with a frown on his face " I'm gonna have to tell your father about this "

"Oh please don't Uncle Jack, I'll let you do that special thing you liked when I was a little girl and she leans forward to whisper into Jack's ear "

" I'll cover you all over with jelly and spray you with cream ! ", she whispers into Jack's suddenly blushing ear.

Jack says " Ok guys lets calm down, the drinks are on the house, I'll pick up the tab for the drinks Jennifer has drunk tonight "

Hiama does not like the way this is going, it all seems a little incestuous to him so he grabs Jennifer by the arm and they high tail it out of there.

They run out of the door and continue for a block or two until they are sure no one is following them, luckily Jennifer runs track for UCLA and Hiama is well known for his athletic proclivities.

Hiama has an idea, as they round the corner and see a BMW sitting there with the keys in it . " Hey Jenny fancy a trip to NY , I know a nice little Salon there where we can get a great cup of coffee, a jacuzzi and some pretty fancy food. "

Jennifer replied " Sounds good to me handsome, my you have some nice biceps -you been working out ? "

" Funny you should mention that", Hiama is beaming as they drive off heading towards the Big Apple.

<<(from dyslexia, 4/5)...there had been a Chronosynclastic Infidubla where all things wrong had been made right (also upside down)...The ashes turned to mud, the mud became man and Hiama said "whoa".>>


But their plans will have to be delayed.

Police have set up roadblocks at all the major highways. The Chronosynclastic Infidubla incinerated an as-yet-uncounted number of fools, assholes and SOBs, resulting in thousands of ash piles all over town. The police are investigating the possibility that a former criminal mastermind known as "dyslexia" may have started it. A slippery fellow, that one.

The Fox11NewsTeam is dismayed. Forensic pathologists on the scene have just determined that the ash pile in front of the team was one of their own. Missy drops the handful of ashes, softly murmuring the name "Derek." She and her co-reporter boyfriend had been living together for six months, but he had never paid his half of the rent. Still, she would miss the way he used to run his hands through her hair at the most inopportune moments. Like right before she went on air. She takes a long, deep breath, checks her hair in the mirror-like camera lens, and prepares to go live.

"Good thing you're driving," Hiama says to Jennifer. "I'm still pretty woozy from all that ash-to-mud-to-man stuff." Jennifer nods and smiles. This guy is so easy.

Todd couldn't believe it. Missy was on the air and she, well, she was making sense. Her phrasing had a crisp air of authority, she had a command of the facts and her questions to the fat police captain (Is it true that the ashes have been identified as human remains? and Isn't it also true that your officers have begun barricading the roads?) brought forth a series of stammers and yesbuts and no further comments worthy of a politician caught on the roof of a four-floor whorehouse.
"That's what we have from here," Todd's headset crackled with the on-air audio," This is Missy Naturelle reporting live for FoxEleven News. Back to you, Dinae."
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The camera red light turned black. Missy opened her hand and poured a few teaspoons of Derek into the long envelope in her purse. The long envelope that contained the interview appointment time at CBS News.
tomorrow, if she could find a way to the Weehauken Ferry, she would be sitting across a table from Dan Rather instead of Howard Vollsvox.

Jenny looks at her friend. She is thinking what a patsy he is one minute and admiring his biceps the next. "My my, Mr. HIAMA, what big biceps you have!" said the pretty, cotton headed princess.