The Book is in final edit and I should have a copy in the next week.
Here's another sneek peek.
West Coast Slime.- Twila Allen
I was living in Vancouver several years ago, and one night my
girlfriends and I were out on the town. We met a group of firemen at one
bar, and we ended up partying with them until closing time. We decided
to share a cab home and when we pulled up in front of my door, one
gentleman asked for my number, which I gave him.
He promptly disappeared off the face of the earth. Them's the breaks, I
figured.About a month later, around 8pm, there's a knock on my door and sure
enough, there is Mr. Wonderful, fresh from a rugby game and covered head
to toe in mud. FIREMEN ARE BOLD.He apologizes profusely and explains that his father had passed away, he
went overseas for her funeral and in the meantime he had lost my number.
He was in the neighborhood for a match, and decided to pop by and make
amends. REALLY.Apology accepted, and we made plans to go out that weekend. Then he
says, "Do you mind if I use your bathroom before I go?" "Sure," I say.
About a minute later I hear MY SHOWER running!! But wait, it gets even
better:I'm standing in my hallway, absolutely stunned, when out he strolls in a
towel, explaining that he pulled a thigh muscle and he could really use
a rubdown. FIREMEN CAN BE VERY BOLD.I'm not kidding! I spent just a wee moment taking in the view
(OK, he was gorgeous) and then I told him to get dressed, get out and
not bother coming back.I'm not sure which grossed me out more: his slimy behavior, or the
thought that this little gig must have WORKED with other women and he
thought it would work with me, too.
Needless to add, I took every cleaning product I had and scrubbed down
my bathroom!THE SLIME THAT SOME FIREMEN DO
Category: Slime Samples
