Page 22 of Nearly Roadkill

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FoolsGold:What can I say.

Winc:::biting my lip, thinking of a *lot* of things he could say::

Scratch:::grabbing pants, stepping a few feet away from you::

Winc:Hey! Hey, wait. I’m sorry… I…

Scratch:::coming back to you, giving up::

Winc:I… this…

Scratch:::pulling you up… climbing into your lap::

Winc:mmmmmmmmmmmm.

Scratch:::sitting facing you:: ::rocking with you::

Winc:::touching your cheek:: I like you. A lot.

Scratch:Winc…

Winc:mmmmm?

Scratch:Don’t. And no I can’t get email.

Winc:::face falling::

Scratch:Well, do you get email? How long do you stay at an address?

Winc:Wait… you signed on with a bypass, didn’t you?

Scratch:Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.

Winc:Are you CRAZY?

Scratch:OK, OK, I did.

Winc:::fiercely:: Grrrrrl… you make sure of it next time. I don’t want them arresting you, and me having to bring you a file baked into a cake.

Private Message to Winc

FoolsGold:I’m 6’1” with brown hair (what’s left of it) and about 190 lbs, and a full beard.

Winc:::laughing delightedly:: Now tell me you live in Bolinas, CA!

Scratch:How did we know neither of us were Registered? ::smiling::

Winc:Whoa. True. Just assumed.

Scratch:Hey, you ever get it on with an Eye?

Winc:Huh??

Scratch:Did it with someone who turned out to be an Eye?

///7990F0 909I//

Winc:No, I hate them. You can always tell when it’s an Eye.

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