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The Ritual
by Carol Hightshoe
The stars shone brightly above the clearing as Tina, Michelle, Ki and
Lady K'Lyssia laid out the sacred white boxers for that evening's
ritual. The point of the dance was to call forth the appropriate wearer for the shorts and then
have the shorts vanish. At one time it was easy for the group to focus on
Oded, he of the nice, firm posterior. Now, there were too many other men that
the others would occasionally think about.
The shorts began to fill out, first the Holy One himself Oded was
there, then he was replaced by Viggo, then Orlando, then a short man with
large feet.
Ki smiled, "I told you ladies the comparison about the size of his feet
was true."
Then the well-endowed Hobbit vanished to be replaced by BOB of the
Bobs. A sudden shrill shriek filled the area and a naked old woman with a
desiccated appearance ran toward the group.
"He's mine, I tell you. All mine." She grabbed BOB and together they
dove off the cliff together. A loud wet splat could be heard at the bottom.
"Hey, what was at the bottom of the cliff this week?" Tina asked as a
white fluffy substance splashed over the edge.
"Less just say it's not Marshmallow Cream - and leave it at that," K'Lyssia said.
"Excuse me ladies, but I believe one of you promised me some sunflower seeds," A high pitched voice said nearby. "I retrieved the white
boxers. By the way - the next time you send me down there it had better not be
Tuna salad I have to wade through to get to them."
"Sorry about that Harry." Michelle placed the large bowl of seeds in
front of the Gerbil. "We can always replace it with the original substance if
you prefer."
"And what would that be?" Harry's whiskers twitched.
"Pygmy Albino Elephant Poo."
"Never mind." I better be getting back to Rob, before he realizes I'm
gone - see you next week. By the Way who are you targeting then?"
The four ladies looked at each other and smiled. "Darin."
"Good choice. The hag will enjoy him."
© Copyright 2004 Carol Hightshoe
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