Male/female alternating story word game!

Hiama gently snored as Jenny drove the stolen BMW along the backroads towards the river. She glanced over to look at him and his bulging biceps again and noticed another bulge. This one in the front of his jeans. No, not that bulge, the one made by his wallet trying to squirm out of his front pants pocket. She could see that by just tugging a little, it might come out altogether. She didn't even think about it.
As the road curved eastward she reached her hand over the drink cup holder and got two fingers on the leading edge of the leather.

Whoa lady, what you doing there, can't you wait til we get to a hotel room. Lets park and make out then.

So they parked and made out, the windows steaming up so that anyone watching from outside would think someone was having a turkish bath. Jennifer, her plot thwarted, decided to bide her time until Hiama fell asleep as all men do after vigorous athletic intercourse.

They both get back in the beamer and Jennifer drives, after a few minutes sure enough Hiama is snoring away and Jennifer this time extracts the wallet, then a funny thing happens.........

There is no cash in the wallet. No credit cards, either.

"Might've known," Jennifer sighs. With no cash of her own, either, she decides a trip to New York in a stolen BMW with this guy isn't going to happen. They're almost out of gas already. So as Hiama sleeps, Jennifer smoothly glides the car onto the shoulder and parks. She opens the door with a barely audible click, and looks to make sure Hiama hasn't awakened. Not a chance. Hiama is snoring soundly. Jennifer walks a mile up the road and starts thumbing for a ride.

Meanwhile, Missy is breaking speed limits to get to her CBS interview. Will CBS ask her to change her name again, she wonders? Missy Jenkins wasn't good enough for Fox. Derek had suggested Naturelle in front of Todd Campbell and Howard Vollsvox one day, and although Missy thought it sounded like something from an ad in a porno magazine, she agreed to go with it. After all, they were in charge.

As Missy heads westward in her white Miata, she spies her little sister on the side of the road. "What has she gotten herself into this time?" Missy wonders. She slows and motions for Jennifer to get in.

"Dad is gonna have a fit!" Missy yells at her sister. "Come on, you'll have to go to NYC with me. I've got an interview in one hour."

The slimeball exec , Gerry Mander at CBS is preening himself in front of a giant size mirror in his penthouse office. " Another little lamb to the slaughter ", he chuckles to himself, this little bimbo looks promising, I can maybe string her along for a couple of months with the offfer of a job and meanwhile get a hundred or so lays.

He buzzes reception to show her up in the express lift. When the door opens he is met by not one but two gorgeous knockouts, he trembles with anticipation, just then his phone rings. He answers

" Speak ", it is the office of internal security-department y, a General Bill Fitzwilliam. " Listen up Mander, there has been an incident, I want you to keep those ladies in your ofice until I get there ", so saying the general puts down the phone and Mander is left holding his with the line dead. He puts the phone down, his mind is working overtime. On the one hand this is a big story, on the other he can't interfere in national secuirty and on the third hand ( he was multi-limbed as a child) there were these two dolls and he had maybe 30 minutes-----time enough.....

I wonder if HIAMA and Mr. Mander know that Jenny is under age?

since she is from arkansas it doen't matter about her age

tell that to Jerry Lee Lewis, Dys. hee hee

well she was a cousin and geez she was 13 already

Besides, she's already had more experience with slimeball men than her sister....

Next?

There's an underage? What kind of rage is that? Oh wait, i see?

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The General strode down the hallway accompanied by two, no, four of the biggest sonsabitchs in the battalion. The five pairs of boots echoed off the tiles and startled Andy Rooney out of his mid-morning nap.
"Have you ever noticed" he whined to his secretary " that the more noise a person makes, the less important they really are."
Of course, he was wrong about the General. The General was about to announce via the American airways the latest in a string of further restrictions of civil rights.
"Due to recent events," he muttered under his breath, trying to remember the exact wording, "the President of the United States has, after long reflection decided......." Damn, was it long deflection? That didn't sound right. "that the rights of assembly, association and ...." Damn, he'd have to read it from the paper.
"Captain!"
"Sir"
"Let me have the revised revision of the revised announcement."
"Yessir!"
The General took a glance at the pages as the group approached the office door. It was long reflection after all.

(She did seem happy with Jerry Lee, didn't she?)

Now back to our story:

.............time enough for prayer. Mander doesn't know what the international crisis is, but he isn't going to get caught with his pants down with a juvenile.

"Now, let us begin our meeting with a little prayer," he says. Easter is coming soon and..........well you know, we should pray about it."

Jenny takes a look around the room and at her sister kneeling with Mander in the floor and makes a run for it. She knows better than to get caught with a praying fundamentalist in broad daylight, kneeling. No indeedy, she isn't going to kneel for anybody!

Running from the elevator and out the door of the building, she's not sure where she is. She knows it's Midtown somewhere but not sure where to go. She sees a sign on the corner, "Subway, downtown, Number 6 train." Running down the stairs, she stops to buy a fifteen ride subway card (never know when she'll need to ride the subway again.) She hears the train coming. Dashing through the turn style, she arrives on the platform just in time to step onto the subway train. The doors close and she's safe in a crowded subway car, clinging to the pole just inside the door. Jenny smiles and looks up to see the station. It's 51st street station, going downtown. Now where did that HIAMA guy say Lola's Salon was?

"Across the street from some park.........hummmm, oh yeah Lincoln Square," she thought, "no, that wasn't right that's Lincoln Center.....hummm, another president, ummmm, oh yeah, it was Washington Square Park, near NYU."

Looking around her, she sees a nice looking guy. "Where do I get off for Washington Square?" she asks him with her sweetest, most innocent smile...........

Roger Jenkins wakes up just before 2 am. He's still in his recliner, of course, and the tv is still on. It's evidentally at the end of an info-mercial for exercise equipment. A 1-800 number flashes on the screen, over and over. He hits the "off" button on the remote and listens to the silence in the house that he and Greta had bought some 30 years ago, before Missy or Jennifer had been born, of course. Before he started with the police force. In fact, it was while he was still in the Army.

Roger stands up and thinks about going up to bed. He will sleep in the same room as Greta, but no longer in the same bed.

The doorbell rings. It's 2 am so Roger opens the door just a sliver after turning on the porch light, It's Ed.
(Of all of Jennifer's boyfriends, this guy has got to be the biggest loser, thinks Roger).

"Mr Jenkins," Ed says, "i'm like you know frantic about Jen. I called her like on her cellphone and she said something about going to New York with some dude."

Standing behind Ed in the shadow of the porchlight is another character. Roger snaps "Who the hell is that clown?"

Ed says, "That's Johnboy. He's got the wheels."
Johnboy is scrawny, dressed in black with a dog collar around his neck. His nostrils and lips have piercing and his hair is spiked and dyed green.

Roger thinks for a minute; no, not a minute, only seconds.
"Let's go."

(Sorry for the long post; it looks like we may be trashing, I mean crashing , Lola's Salon, and I want to be there!)

Nick, suffering the wounds of selfrighteous indignation seeks the consolation only she can give. Iin her sweetness where she folds his wounds, there is a flower that bees cannot afford. It is too rich for them and would change their wings into opera houses and all their honey into the lonesome maps of a nonexistent Texas county. When she has finished folding his wounds she puts them away in a dresser where the drawers smell like the ghost of a bicycle. Afterwards Nick rages at her; demanding that her affections always be constant to his questions. A song, as if from a Zither, comes from across the park but the president is dead now, shot in the back.

The nice looking guy's expression changes. "It's YOU!" he says. "Oh no, not again!"

Damn, thought Jennifer. It's that same pharmaceutical sales rep from Jersey. What's he doing here in the city? I guess he must be on his way home.

The subway train reaches its next stop, and the sales rep is out the door at a full run without looking back...

Dys: Please pass some of that smoke over here....... Joe

The heroine of our story has only so much patience for
her slightly addled as well as accident prone beloved.
And so, she woefully ( not really though ) insists that he
pack it up and "hit the road Jack" After all, had she wanted
the position of nursing ...she would have gone into the field -
but alas it isn't her calling. She is just too self motivated &
interested in her own welfare to stand around waiting on
this injured lover day & night. After all, what's in it for her?
So, humming a bit to that old tune from Simon & Garfunkle
"50 Ways To Leave Your Lover", she is on the verse where
it says "hop on the bus, Gus" when she realizes that her
beloved's name really IS Gus!!! She bursts out
laughing so completely and uncontrollably that her former
hero and lover is only too happy to grab his belongings and
he struts away angrily singing the last remaining verses of
that old love song.

just Camel Wides Joe.

Mona turns out the light and turns back to Nick beside her. More folding of wounds to be done and the President will have to take care of himself....................

Hiama wakes up in the BMW to discover that not only has Jenny disappeared, his wallet has too.

He starts the beamer up and heads for LOla's , he figures that is where Jenny will be.

LOla welcomes Hiama, they embrace for maybe 3 minutes, then Hiama asks " Lola hon, have you seen anything of a very pretty girl, in a slight state of distress, brandishing a wad of cash, you see she stole my wallet "

Lola said she had not seen anyone of that description, though there had been some helicopters circling and a lot of frenetic activity as if there was a search going on. outside a while back.

Hiama heads downtown, meanwhile.......

Lola's place is, naturally, well known all over town, not to
mention nearby cities as well. Lola's Salon is a wee bit like
the "chicken ranch" in that old, old story called The Best Little
Chicken Ranch In Texas" so that WOULD be the first place
that he thinks of to go in search of the missing wallet - but
only because he is so new in town and so utterly clueless
about the positively one hundred percent honest, tactful,
discreet and utter respectability of Miss Lola's... he just
does not understand the complete AND complex nature of
Miss Lola's. This is a very well established business, with a
reputation that is truly legendary and surely has NEVER EVER
been besmirched by anything as tawdry as the stealing of a
gentleman's wallet. Jennifer has simply gone off for the
evening in order to visit with her large and very close knit
family; not only her momma & sisters, but her granny and
nanny (her great grandma) also for an evening of playing
MahJong with a few close friends. Hiama's wallet has actually
fallen out of his pants pocket and slid down into the crevice
of the bucket seats in his beemer. He will be SO embarrassed
when he finds it and then realizes what a terrible mistake he
has made - so much so that Miss Lola is really quite upset
about this whole misunderstanding and is truly contemplating
revoking his visiting priveleges at her prestigious establishment.
I mean, after all - the very IDEA of such a thing is like a crab
that has latched on to her little pinkie finger which is caught in
its claws and our dear poor Miss Lola has not slept a wink all the
night long over the very NERVE of this person - just to THINK of
such a thing has her feeling very near to tears. Miss Lola is a
very sensitive individual indeed and she always prefers that her
upset feelings be taken very seriously by others at all times.
She knows that Jennifer is only trying to escape that salesman
who has been bothering her ever since the airport episode.