Saturday, April 19, 2008
Writing Exercise Result 4
"Do you have your outfit ready for our bachelor auction?" Martha asked Tilly.
Tilly was panting loudly when she replied, "Yes, oh, yes, don't stop now."
Martha stared at the phone and then snapped, "What the hell? Geez, Tilly, save it for the date."
"Bob is zipping my dress up. It's a little tight."
"All right. I got that Cher dress. The one that looks like a spider web. Don't forget your pass. First damned decent idea that idiot senior director has had for a fundraiser. Let's not miss out on this one."
Martha was inside waiting, when she saw the host with the most talking to Tilly. Her brow raised in surprise when her friend turned around, lifted the skirt of her Elvira dress and mooned the surprised, shocked and dismayed young man.
"Tilly, what on earth are you doing?"
"What? He asked to see my--"
"Pass, Tilly, pass. Turn up your damned hearing aid. George gave me some extra money to make sure I got that hunky Evil Editor stud, but I had to promise to leave him alone for a week if I won the date."
They hurried over to get a table near the stage and elbowed some chick named Robin out of the way. Tilly took out her binoculars and examined each of the bachelors. "I'm going to bid on him too, but I'll settle for the cowboy."
Martha unrolled her sign and waved it over her head.
Tilly blinked as two of the bachelors bolted and then she read the sign. "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but whips and chains excite me, huh? Clever."
The auction didn't go quite as Martha planned. Whoever heard of a bachelor buying himself at an auction? "Evil Editor my wrinkled patoot," she mumbled.
Posted by Evil Editor at 10:19 PM