August 22nd, 2005


A Short Story

The scantily clad hitchinker knew she was in trouble the moment she stepped into the car.

The driver gazed disapprovingly at her costome.

“Looking for some fun?”

“No. I’m just going to the beach.”

“Think so? Well, I’ve got other plans for you, sweetie, and they don’t include beaches.”

“Guess I’m grounded, huh, Mom?” -- Dick Skeen
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