Subject: Re: [FFML][prodding] From the pool deck.....
From: Damon Jason Casale
Date: 5/14/1996, 7:55 PM
To: Andy Skuse
CC: FanFic ML <fanfic@fanfic.com>

Excerpts from mail.fanfic: 14-May-96 Re: [FFML][prodding]  From .. by
Trisha Sebastian@CompuSe 
The Taskmistress sits at the pool deck, studying for her finals
when an urgent message comes through on her pager.

"Nice timing."   She flips open the cellular phone and punches
in the speed dial combination.

A deep voice picks up the other end of the line.  "Yes, My
Taskmistress?"

"Good job on the Panda.  I was beginning to worry about him and his
'fics.  I heard that he has BGCross 12 and 13 ready to go."

"Shall I terminate him?"

"No, there is another you have to get.  Go to New York City and hang
around the UN building for a while.  Follow the economist named
'Willmore' home and when you see the son, grab him and make him release
2096 part four and TGACFH 7.  Report back to me as usual."

"Yes, my lady"

She hangs up the phone and picks up the virgin cocktail offered by the
muscular servant.  "So many 'fics, so little time."

Foxtrot the Furryous, BTFH on vacation

An old codger wanders across the street.  Keen eyes peer out from under
a brown, floppy hat.  Unnoticed, the bumbling, hunched-over man smiles
craftily to himself.  "If I didn't know better, I'd say she was slipping."

Damon walked away, gesturing with a cane in mock anger at the supposedly
awful weather.

(yunoo, I was thinking of pulling a "disguise" stunt like this at AX96,
but now I've gone and given it away...  ;)

Damon Casale, scyth@andrew.cmu.edu

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