On Fri, 18 Jun 1999, Trevor Laughlin wrote:

     Maya played with a small collection of tiny umbrellas, and finally
the combination of frustration and alcoholic lubrication got her mouth
working.  "'Snot fair, y'know?  Here I am, Univershty grajuat, top o' my
clash, ann I don' get no reshpect."  Maya took another drink of Margarita,
and wagged a finger at the bartender.  "Itsh not like I'm ungrateful, don'
go thinkin' that.  'Sa great job, an my bosh is gorg-great!  Thing ish,
she jush treatsh me like an ashishtant.  Well, I am an ashishtant, okay,
but I can' help thinging we'd be a great couple-team!  Y'know?  I'm a good
ashishtant, loyal an stuff.  An a friend, too.  I jush wish she'd see me
as sumpthin more."

     The mousey man on the nearby stool seemed to be half-listening, as
he bobbed his head up and down and mumbled somthing like: "Burns is
d'sameway.  Jusht Good Job Well Done. Even when I work like a dog.
Lapdog."

	... oh dear God, I haven't laughed this hard since the last chapter
of Girl Days!  More, more!

Chris Davies.