Ten minutes later, she was out and towel drying her hair. Not bothering

with a robe,

(o_o;; -- DBSTS delivers again. One extra-large fanservice scene, extra
sweatdrops, at no additional charge!)

DBSTS?

DBSTS= "Different But Still The Same", natch. I have a feeling this fic will
deserve its own reference acronym. Like UY:TSY, or NETTG. Or maybe I just
didn't feel like typing it all out. It's all good.

(Not to carry the unfair small-town-Southern cracks too far, but perhaps
"good genetics" isn't the likeliest factor here. Seriously, you're no

more

likely outside of farmer's daughter stories to find fitness-mag cover

models

on farms than you are in the burbs. Rural living conditions and lots of
manual labour don't always amount to well-shaped bodies.)

Yeah, but then how could I write the skinny-dipping scene I have planned

for

chapter-whoops! Heh heh. Uh...I...uh...

[Schultz] I know nothing![/Schultz]

Jeez, do my high blood pressure a favor and dial it down a bit, wouldja? I'm
still flashing on the bouncing quarter bit. Boioioioinnnngg! (-_-;;;)

While neither Amy Lynn or

nor

You sure. Wouldn't "or" work eqaully well?

Nope. It's either/or, neither/nor.

had already put together both couches and the large computer desk. Even

now, she was humming to herself as she screwed together the bookcase.

(I'm sorry -- I just can't comment further! I've reached my saturation
point for lemony allusions.)

I'll take that as a compliment. =)

Just be thankful I didn't ask: "How many Southern girls does it take to
screw the furniture together?" That would be going over the line, methinks.

Jim Champagne
galathane@hotmail.com




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