jersey_tickler
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Starring Jersey_tickler and Jamie Jugs
Well, it’s been a hard week. First, the TiVo guy couldn’t make it to my house in time to fix my TiVo problem, so I had to miss Lost while I was away on a business meeting. Then I accidentally spilled coffee on my laptop before I saved two of my script treatments for my job. Yes, my job. I am a screenwriter for a television series called Nucelar Family, which is somewhat similar to Married With Children, but without Ed O’Neil playing the patriarch. I mean, Al Bundy, the unhappily married shoe salesman who was always trying to pull a scam that would make him rich, fucking priceless. But luckily the pay is great, so I can’t complain that much. You have to get your foot in the door somewhere, I guess.
Oh, and my boss is back to smoking pot after going through his second divorce, and relying on me to help him score so his reputation doesn’t get jeopardized. If he wasn’t a good boss, I wouldn’t even consider it. Needless to say, I didn’t think the week could get any worse.
Until this morning….
I woke up around the usual time, and worked out. Nothing too extreme, just some push ups, stomach crunches and some Tae Kwon Do. I only have a purple belt, but I'm proud of the fact that I earned it back in my college days. Made myself some breakfast after my shower and shave. After skimming through my latest issue of Total Film, I went upstairs to figure out my attire for today.
After a quick browse, I decided on khaki pants that I ironed two nights ago, a baby blue button down shirt, my red, white and blue tie, a pair of navy dress socks, and brown leather Oxfords. For the finishing touch, I grabbed my navy blazer in contrast to my dress shirt. The briefcase was ready to go, which I always do the night before, it saves time in the morning.
As I got in my car, I noticed my sexy neighbor jogging up to her house. Her name was Jamie Calloway, and I could see from my rear view mirror that she was dressed in a pink sweatsuit top with sneakers and socks of course. She had fine legs, beautiful hair, and her body glistened with sweat, but I wasn’t disgusted. I was turned on by it, and I just wish I could be there when she showered all her stink away. Jamie was thirty five, ten years older than me, and she had been over to my house once when she ran out of sugar, and needed some for her coffee. We had talked a few times in between that, but I had never manned up to ask her out. What would she say, how would she react to such a proposal. I mean, Jamie could’ve babysat me in high school, hell if she were five years older than she could be old enough to be my mother.
As I pulled out of the driveway, I saw Jamie look over at my car and give me a little wave. I gave a wave back, without trying to look like Forest Gump because my motor functions were a little off at the moment but I maintained my wave regardless.
Work was actually a pretty great day, I spent minimal time with my co-writer on episode 17 of Nuclear Family, and then he had to go to a dentist appointment. But with him gone, I decided to take it easy and get a cup of coffee from across the street and smoke a cigarette, I mean my boss takes breaks to go get high so I think I’m entitled to take a legitimate smoke break. Besides there is nothing better than a Grande Mocha and an American Spirit cigarette to brighten my morning.
When I came back, my boss’s secretary came rushing over to me, with a concerned look on his face.
Zachary: Regina, what’s wrong?
Regina: John has locked himself in his office and refuses to come out. Since you’re his favorite employee, I was hoping you could help.
Zachary (in disbelief): And my mother said being a teacher’s pet was a good thing. Alright, I’ll talk to him, lead the way.
Regina led me down the corridor to John’s office. I knocked on the door and called to him in his solitude.
Zachary: John, open the door, man.
John(O.S): Zach, is that you?
Zachary: Yes sir, it’s me. Listen, people are concerned man, Regina is about to call the cops fearing that you might jump out the window.
John: Hell kid, I’m not gonna kill myself, suicide is for cowards.
Zachary: That’s just I figured, may I come in?
John: Okay, but only you. And if anyone else tries to weasel in, then I’m going to fire them after a quick dose of pepper spray in their eyes.
Oh geez, he’s got pepper spray, he must be high.
The door unlocked and I quickly opened it and entered. John quickly locked the door and put his arm around me, looking relieved.
John: My young protégé, I knew you’d come for me.
Zachary: Of course, boss, I care about you.
John: That you do, which is why I decided to crash with you then my daughter who I only see twice a year. I need your help with something.
Zachary: What can I do for ya boss?
John: I need you to go to O’Connell’s after work, and do some recon for me. I think my ex wife is meeting her new beau there and I need to know who he is.
Zachary: That’s it, damn, I figured you were high.
John: I am high, son. Which is why I only wanted you to come in, since you’re my toking buddy and all. I can’t let the rest of my staff smell pot on me, I have a reputation to uphold.
Zachary: And you’re doing a great job of maintaining that reputation, sir.
John: I know, there’s nothing I can’t do, kid. Well, staying married is kind of an obstacle, but I’m sure I’ll overcome it when I meet the right woman.
Aye Carumba, why can’t I have a normal mean boss.
So after I got off work, I walked down the street to O’Connell’s. All I wanted to do was go home, but I felt immensely loyal to John after he had such confidence in me. I mean the guy always told me I was like a son to him, how could I say no to that after such a nice compliment.
Across the street, in a dark van, two heavyset women sat in the front. Both were dressed entirely in black, only one had dark hair and the other had blonde. Their names were Lucy and Darlene.
Lucy: Is that him?
Darlene: Sure is, I recognize him from his photograph our client gave us. Zachary Taylor, aged twenty five, 5”9”, dark hair, brown eyes, and wears a size ten shoe.
Lucy: Hm hm, what a fine young man he is, so cute and youthful. Much better than our last job, that biker. My lord, when was the last time he used a bar of soap?
Darlene: Indeed, Lucy, I’m glad he’s a cutie too and such a snappy dresser. Should we grab him now?
Lucy: Negative, we wait until dark. Hell, it defeats the purpose of us wearing black if we grab him in broad daylight, Dar.
Darlene: True, you’re right. I just can’t wait until we get down to business, I love my job.
Lucy: Ditto, Dar, ditto. He went inside the bar, there, why don’t we go inside and eat while we wait.
4:30 p.m. O’Connell’s Bar N’Grill
So I sat at a table in a secluded area in the bar, which gave me a great view of the entire interior at the bar. I had a picture of John’s ex wife, and so far no woman who fit her description. In fact the patron ratio was eight to one, meaning it wasn’t busy. Then again, working class people like myself were getting out of work at this time, so it was still early. Shit, how long did I have to stay and wait in this bar. Here I was drinking a Tom Collins and smoking a cigarette, just to avoid boredom. I didn’t think it could get any worse, just sitting here.
“Hello Zach”.
And to my astonishment, who should be a few feet from my table, but the lovely Jamie. Damn did she look stunning. Her blonde hair was down to her shoulder tops, she wore dark blue jeans, black cardigan sweater with three buttons and sleeves rolled up at her elbowsa heather gray blouse, and a pair of black zip up ankle boots.
Zachary: Jamie, hi, fancy seeing you here.
Damn, what a lame ass, that’s the best I can come up with, fuck!
Jamie gave a small chuckle, I couldn’t tell if she was laughing at the lameness of my comment, or if she actually thought I was funny.
Jamie: I just got done shopping, and I decided to stop and get a drink. Then I noticed you were sitting all alone over in the corner here. So I thought I would come over and offer you some company.
Zachary: Really, thanks, please have a seat.
Jamie smiled and sat down across from me. Then she set her purse down and pulled out a pack of Camel #9s and lit one up. The waitress came over to ask her if she wanted a drink, and she ordered a seven and seven. A girl after my own heart, that was also a favorite of mine. We made small talk, about our jobs and what not. Jamie was in real estate, and was talking about a two story house that she was trying to sell. Finally she asked the million dollar question, and I had forgotten my mission at this point.
Jamie: So, what brings you here?
Zachary: Well, it’s Friday, and I decided to come here after work. A little end of the working week ritual I like to indulge in.
Jamie: Oh, I see. Well, I work such hellish hours, I feel you. But luckily I took the day off, and went on a shopping spree. Bought myself some new shoes, and some other girlie clothes that I won’t bore you with mentioning.
Zachary: That’s okay, I don’t bore easily.
Jamie: Really, that’s amazing, my ex hated whenever I went shopping. And trying to get him to come with me was worse than whenever I went shopping while babysitting. Taking a little kid shopping is better than taking an alpha male type.
Zachary: Reminds me of a babysitter I used to have. I would sit down in a chair, while she tried browsed the racks. I was always good for her, and she used to always buy me ice cream afterwards and let me ride on the merry go round.
Jamie: Wow, sounds like the stuff I used to do, when the kids behaved. I was a good babysitter, not the kind that talked on the phone all night and ignored the little ones. I played with them, colored, crafted Plato, and read bedtime stories. Sometimes even sang lullabies.
Wow, this was one of the few times I wished that I could be four years old again. Come to think of it, she looked a little like Jamie. But I shook off my little nostalgic moment and carried on.
Zachary: I remember when my mom used to sing me Samantha Fox at bedtime. And when I watched her videos on MTV, I was hooked.
Jamie: It sounds to me that you had a thing for blondes at such a young age.
Zachary: I remember when my stepfather took me to see Taxi Driver when I was four, at one of the theatres in Manhattan Beach that featured old school classic films. You remember that flick right, with Robert DeNiro, Cybil Shephard, Harvey Keitel and Jodie Foster?
Jamie: Of course. Wait, your stepfather took you to see an R movie when you were a little boy?
Zachary: Yeah, I had cool parents, I saw The Lost Boys when I was six too. And I slept with my mom and Ken for three days after I saw it. But anyway, I had stopped sucking my thumb a month ago. And during Taxi Driver, Ken told me that whenever Cybil Shepard was in a scene, I would immediately start sucking my thumb. He laughed later when he told my mom about it, and said “This boy is going to be dating nothing but blondes when he grows up”.
Jamie started to giggle after I said that, and even lightly smacked her hand against the table.
Jamie: You sucked your thumb at Cybil Shepard, how cute. Let me guess, you watched a lot of Moonlighting when you were little too, right?
Zachary: Sadly yes, but only because it was my Mom’s favorite show, and she loved Bruce Willis. And I was her son, so naturally I loved Cybil on the show.
Jamie giggled again, and I found myself joining in. We shared a moment and it was nice.
Jamie: You know, we’ve been neighbors for about three months now, and you’ve never paid me a visit. When I moved in, you came over with a lasagna, as a house warming gift. It was really sweet, and I always wondered why you never came over.
Zachary: Well, I figured you had a boyfriend, and I didn’t want to cause a rift between you too if he caught me going to see you. That, and I was incredibly shy to knock on your door.
Jamie: Awwwww, why?
Zachary: Because you were the girl next door, and I’m the typist for a major boring silly sitcom which is bullshit spin off for a has-been television series. I have to face facts, Jamie, I’m a hack.
Jamie: No, you’re not a hack, you’re just a Zach. A dark haired, clean cut, handsome young man who at the moment is having a drink with a real estate lady who often gets mistaken for a porn star.
Zachary: Well, thanks for the compliment. And for the record, I never thought you were a porn star.
Jamie: Really?
Zachary: Yeah, you look too natural to be a façade.
Then Jamie reached out and touched my hand, we didn’t lace our fingers, but our hands touched. And it felt good. We both ordered another drink, and then we talked for another hour about movies, life, music, and basically anything in between. Then after we paid our tabs, Jamie suggested our next destination.
Jamie: Do you wanna go for a walk, Zachy?
Zachary: Only if you promise not to call em Zachy.
Jamie: Zachy, Zachy, Zachy, hehehe!
Real droll, this girl is definetly droll!
So after we paid, we exited the bar and started to walk over to the park which was a block or two away. Both of us had a slight buzz, but we were okay to walk. Plus the fresh air was helpful in clearing our heads. Jamie took my hand in hers, as she didn’t have hardly any body fat, probably none at all so she was buzzing a little more than I was. But it was nice to hold her hand, it really was.
Darlene and Lucy hopped in their van after walking out after Zach and Jamie had left. The doors closed and their seat belts clicked into place.
Lucy: Who’s the girl?
Darlene: No idea, the client never mentioned anything about a girl. You’ll have to tranq her before grabbing the boy.
Lucy: Why don’t you tranq her since you’re a better shot than me?
Darlene: Fine, just make sure you are quick, because we don’t want him getting away. It looks like they’re heading for the park. We’ll circle around and coming rolling in from the other way, and take them by surprise. Now load the gun, and hand it to me, please.
At the park…..
It was dark now, perfect time at night for a stroll. Jamie held my hand tight as we kept walking. I sort of wished it was daytime, so I could offer to buy her an ice cream cone.
Jamie: Where did you park your car?
Zachary: My car is still parked over by the studio, I walked to the bar. Why do you ask?
Jamie: Well, I was wondering if maybe you’d want to go see a movie.
Zachary: Are you asking me on a date?
Jamie: No, I just don’t want to go to the movies by myself.
Zachary: I do that quite a bit.
Jamie: Well not tonight, honey, you have an escort.
Zachary: Are you offering to be at my beck and call?
Jamie: My name is Jamie, not Julia.
Zachary: Fair enough, what shall we see?
Jamie: Something that will make me laugh, I like to laugh.
Zachary: Good to know, but you are asking me on a date, contrary to popular belief.
Jamie: Zach, honey, you’re too young for me. I mean, when I graduated high school, your bedtime was nine o clock. I mean, damn, I could’ve babysat you when I was a sophomore.
Oh damn, my fear had become true, she said what I had pondered this morning.
Zachary: Well maybe you can baby-sit sometime, I don’t think I’ll be any trouble.
Jamie: Are you saying you’ll be my good boy, cause I let good boys stay up late.
Zachary: You are drunk, ya know that? You downed three seven and sevens.
Jamie: Yeah, but only a wee bit.
Then she snorted a few laughs, which I found mildly amusing, making it perfectly clear that she was in fact, a wee bit drunk.
Jamie: There’s a bench right there, can we sit down?
Zachary: Sure, why not.
So we sat down, and for the first time all night, there was a bit of awkward silence. But it was understandable, we both needed to clear our heads. Well, by we, I mean she. After we rested a bit, I would take her up on her offer to see a movie. It was still fairly early, but I would have to go home and change out of my work clothes. There was no sense in going in a suit, and getting popcorn grease all over it.
Then all of a sudden, I heard a noise from behind us, which sounded like a roaring engine of sorts. And when I turned around, I saw a van come to a skid. Then I saw the driver aim what looked like a handgun at us and then I felt a prick in the back of my shoulder. It wasn’t painful, but after a few seconds of pulling it out, I began to feel quite drowsy.
Jamie: ZACH!
Lucy hopped out of the car and so did Darlene. They walked over to where Jamie stood hovering over Zach.
Darlene: Dammit, Lucy, you missed, now she’s seen our faces.
Lucy: Who cares, just tranq her now and then throw her in the van with him.
Darlene nodded and aimed her tranq gun at Jamie, who was too busy with Zach to notice it being aimed at her. Then ten seconds later, she slumped to the ground too. The two large women scooped up their slumbering victims and carried them to the van.
Darlene: That was quite easy, not expected, but easy.
Lucy: Now, comes the fun part. And tonight we get to try out that new invention of Dr. Baxter’s, The DeGenerator, which from what I hear makes the first phase of our process easier.
Darlene: That’s good to hear, and almost a shame too. I mean look how handsome he is in this suit. Awwwww, he even has socks that match his suit coat.
The two women shared a laugh and then drove off….
Sorry I couldn't get to the tickling, but I didn't want this story to be twenty some pages long. Besides, now the hard part of exposition is over, and I can get to the best part, which is the rising action. Oh and I am on a roll today, so expect the next part by tonight.
Well, it’s been a hard week. First, the TiVo guy couldn’t make it to my house in time to fix my TiVo problem, so I had to miss Lost while I was away on a business meeting. Then I accidentally spilled coffee on my laptop before I saved two of my script treatments for my job. Yes, my job. I am a screenwriter for a television series called Nucelar Family, which is somewhat similar to Married With Children, but without Ed O’Neil playing the patriarch. I mean, Al Bundy, the unhappily married shoe salesman who was always trying to pull a scam that would make him rich, fucking priceless. But luckily the pay is great, so I can’t complain that much. You have to get your foot in the door somewhere, I guess.
Oh, and my boss is back to smoking pot after going through his second divorce, and relying on me to help him score so his reputation doesn’t get jeopardized. If he wasn’t a good boss, I wouldn’t even consider it. Needless to say, I didn’t think the week could get any worse.
Until this morning….
I woke up around the usual time, and worked out. Nothing too extreme, just some push ups, stomach crunches and some Tae Kwon Do. I only have a purple belt, but I'm proud of the fact that I earned it back in my college days. Made myself some breakfast after my shower and shave. After skimming through my latest issue of Total Film, I went upstairs to figure out my attire for today.
After a quick browse, I decided on khaki pants that I ironed two nights ago, a baby blue button down shirt, my red, white and blue tie, a pair of navy dress socks, and brown leather Oxfords. For the finishing touch, I grabbed my navy blazer in contrast to my dress shirt. The briefcase was ready to go, which I always do the night before, it saves time in the morning.
As I got in my car, I noticed my sexy neighbor jogging up to her house. Her name was Jamie Calloway, and I could see from my rear view mirror that she was dressed in a pink sweatsuit top with sneakers and socks of course. She had fine legs, beautiful hair, and her body glistened with sweat, but I wasn’t disgusted. I was turned on by it, and I just wish I could be there when she showered all her stink away. Jamie was thirty five, ten years older than me, and she had been over to my house once when she ran out of sugar, and needed some for her coffee. We had talked a few times in between that, but I had never manned up to ask her out. What would she say, how would she react to such a proposal. I mean, Jamie could’ve babysat me in high school, hell if she were five years older than she could be old enough to be my mother.
As I pulled out of the driveway, I saw Jamie look over at my car and give me a little wave. I gave a wave back, without trying to look like Forest Gump because my motor functions were a little off at the moment but I maintained my wave regardless.
Work was actually a pretty great day, I spent minimal time with my co-writer on episode 17 of Nuclear Family, and then he had to go to a dentist appointment. But with him gone, I decided to take it easy and get a cup of coffee from across the street and smoke a cigarette, I mean my boss takes breaks to go get high so I think I’m entitled to take a legitimate smoke break. Besides there is nothing better than a Grande Mocha and an American Spirit cigarette to brighten my morning.
When I came back, my boss’s secretary came rushing over to me, with a concerned look on his face.
Zachary: Regina, what’s wrong?
Regina: John has locked himself in his office and refuses to come out. Since you’re his favorite employee, I was hoping you could help.
Zachary (in disbelief): And my mother said being a teacher’s pet was a good thing. Alright, I’ll talk to him, lead the way.
Regina led me down the corridor to John’s office. I knocked on the door and called to him in his solitude.
Zachary: John, open the door, man.
John(O.S): Zach, is that you?
Zachary: Yes sir, it’s me. Listen, people are concerned man, Regina is about to call the cops fearing that you might jump out the window.
John: Hell kid, I’m not gonna kill myself, suicide is for cowards.
Zachary: That’s just I figured, may I come in?
John: Okay, but only you. And if anyone else tries to weasel in, then I’m going to fire them after a quick dose of pepper spray in their eyes.
Oh geez, he’s got pepper spray, he must be high.
The door unlocked and I quickly opened it and entered. John quickly locked the door and put his arm around me, looking relieved.
John: My young protégé, I knew you’d come for me.
Zachary: Of course, boss, I care about you.
John: That you do, which is why I decided to crash with you then my daughter who I only see twice a year. I need your help with something.
Zachary: What can I do for ya boss?
John: I need you to go to O’Connell’s after work, and do some recon for me. I think my ex wife is meeting her new beau there and I need to know who he is.
Zachary: That’s it, damn, I figured you were high.
John: I am high, son. Which is why I only wanted you to come in, since you’re my toking buddy and all. I can’t let the rest of my staff smell pot on me, I have a reputation to uphold.
Zachary: And you’re doing a great job of maintaining that reputation, sir.
John: I know, there’s nothing I can’t do, kid. Well, staying married is kind of an obstacle, but I’m sure I’ll overcome it when I meet the right woman.
Aye Carumba, why can’t I have a normal mean boss.
So after I got off work, I walked down the street to O’Connell’s. All I wanted to do was go home, but I felt immensely loyal to John after he had such confidence in me. I mean the guy always told me I was like a son to him, how could I say no to that after such a nice compliment.
Across the street, in a dark van, two heavyset women sat in the front. Both were dressed entirely in black, only one had dark hair and the other had blonde. Their names were Lucy and Darlene.
Lucy: Is that him?
Darlene: Sure is, I recognize him from his photograph our client gave us. Zachary Taylor, aged twenty five, 5”9”, dark hair, brown eyes, and wears a size ten shoe.
Lucy: Hm hm, what a fine young man he is, so cute and youthful. Much better than our last job, that biker. My lord, when was the last time he used a bar of soap?
Darlene: Indeed, Lucy, I’m glad he’s a cutie too and such a snappy dresser. Should we grab him now?
Lucy: Negative, we wait until dark. Hell, it defeats the purpose of us wearing black if we grab him in broad daylight, Dar.
Darlene: True, you’re right. I just can’t wait until we get down to business, I love my job.
Lucy: Ditto, Dar, ditto. He went inside the bar, there, why don’t we go inside and eat while we wait.
4:30 p.m. O’Connell’s Bar N’Grill
So I sat at a table in a secluded area in the bar, which gave me a great view of the entire interior at the bar. I had a picture of John’s ex wife, and so far no woman who fit her description. In fact the patron ratio was eight to one, meaning it wasn’t busy. Then again, working class people like myself were getting out of work at this time, so it was still early. Shit, how long did I have to stay and wait in this bar. Here I was drinking a Tom Collins and smoking a cigarette, just to avoid boredom. I didn’t think it could get any worse, just sitting here.
“Hello Zach”.
And to my astonishment, who should be a few feet from my table, but the lovely Jamie. Damn did she look stunning. Her blonde hair was down to her shoulder tops, she wore dark blue jeans, black cardigan sweater with three buttons and sleeves rolled up at her elbowsa heather gray blouse, and a pair of black zip up ankle boots.
Zachary: Jamie, hi, fancy seeing you here.
Damn, what a lame ass, that’s the best I can come up with, fuck!
Jamie gave a small chuckle, I couldn’t tell if she was laughing at the lameness of my comment, or if she actually thought I was funny.
Jamie: I just got done shopping, and I decided to stop and get a drink. Then I noticed you were sitting all alone over in the corner here. So I thought I would come over and offer you some company.
Zachary: Really, thanks, please have a seat.
Jamie smiled and sat down across from me. Then she set her purse down and pulled out a pack of Camel #9s and lit one up. The waitress came over to ask her if she wanted a drink, and she ordered a seven and seven. A girl after my own heart, that was also a favorite of mine. We made small talk, about our jobs and what not. Jamie was in real estate, and was talking about a two story house that she was trying to sell. Finally she asked the million dollar question, and I had forgotten my mission at this point.
Jamie: So, what brings you here?
Zachary: Well, it’s Friday, and I decided to come here after work. A little end of the working week ritual I like to indulge in.
Jamie: Oh, I see. Well, I work such hellish hours, I feel you. But luckily I took the day off, and went on a shopping spree. Bought myself some new shoes, and some other girlie clothes that I won’t bore you with mentioning.
Zachary: That’s okay, I don’t bore easily.
Jamie: Really, that’s amazing, my ex hated whenever I went shopping. And trying to get him to come with me was worse than whenever I went shopping while babysitting. Taking a little kid shopping is better than taking an alpha male type.
Zachary: Reminds me of a babysitter I used to have. I would sit down in a chair, while she tried browsed the racks. I was always good for her, and she used to always buy me ice cream afterwards and let me ride on the merry go round.
Jamie: Wow, sounds like the stuff I used to do, when the kids behaved. I was a good babysitter, not the kind that talked on the phone all night and ignored the little ones. I played with them, colored, crafted Plato, and read bedtime stories. Sometimes even sang lullabies.
Wow, this was one of the few times I wished that I could be four years old again. Come to think of it, she looked a little like Jamie. But I shook off my little nostalgic moment and carried on.
Zachary: I remember when my mom used to sing me Samantha Fox at bedtime. And when I watched her videos on MTV, I was hooked.
Jamie: It sounds to me that you had a thing for blondes at such a young age.
Zachary: I remember when my stepfather took me to see Taxi Driver when I was four, at one of the theatres in Manhattan Beach that featured old school classic films. You remember that flick right, with Robert DeNiro, Cybil Shephard, Harvey Keitel and Jodie Foster?
Jamie: Of course. Wait, your stepfather took you to see an R movie when you were a little boy?
Zachary: Yeah, I had cool parents, I saw The Lost Boys when I was six too. And I slept with my mom and Ken for three days after I saw it. But anyway, I had stopped sucking my thumb a month ago. And during Taxi Driver, Ken told me that whenever Cybil Shepard was in a scene, I would immediately start sucking my thumb. He laughed later when he told my mom about it, and said “This boy is going to be dating nothing but blondes when he grows up”.
Jamie started to giggle after I said that, and even lightly smacked her hand against the table.
Jamie: You sucked your thumb at Cybil Shepard, how cute. Let me guess, you watched a lot of Moonlighting when you were little too, right?
Zachary: Sadly yes, but only because it was my Mom’s favorite show, and she loved Bruce Willis. And I was her son, so naturally I loved Cybil on the show.
Jamie giggled again, and I found myself joining in. We shared a moment and it was nice.
Jamie: You know, we’ve been neighbors for about three months now, and you’ve never paid me a visit. When I moved in, you came over with a lasagna, as a house warming gift. It was really sweet, and I always wondered why you never came over.
Zachary: Well, I figured you had a boyfriend, and I didn’t want to cause a rift between you too if he caught me going to see you. That, and I was incredibly shy to knock on your door.
Jamie: Awwwww, why?
Zachary: Because you were the girl next door, and I’m the typist for a major boring silly sitcom which is bullshit spin off for a has-been television series. I have to face facts, Jamie, I’m a hack.
Jamie: No, you’re not a hack, you’re just a Zach. A dark haired, clean cut, handsome young man who at the moment is having a drink with a real estate lady who often gets mistaken for a porn star.
Zachary: Well, thanks for the compliment. And for the record, I never thought you were a porn star.
Jamie: Really?
Zachary: Yeah, you look too natural to be a façade.
Then Jamie reached out and touched my hand, we didn’t lace our fingers, but our hands touched. And it felt good. We both ordered another drink, and then we talked for another hour about movies, life, music, and basically anything in between. Then after we paid our tabs, Jamie suggested our next destination.
Jamie: Do you wanna go for a walk, Zachy?
Zachary: Only if you promise not to call em Zachy.
Jamie: Zachy, Zachy, Zachy, hehehe!
Real droll, this girl is definetly droll!
So after we paid, we exited the bar and started to walk over to the park which was a block or two away. Both of us had a slight buzz, but we were okay to walk. Plus the fresh air was helpful in clearing our heads. Jamie took my hand in hers, as she didn’t have hardly any body fat, probably none at all so she was buzzing a little more than I was. But it was nice to hold her hand, it really was.
Darlene and Lucy hopped in their van after walking out after Zach and Jamie had left. The doors closed and their seat belts clicked into place.
Lucy: Who’s the girl?
Darlene: No idea, the client never mentioned anything about a girl. You’ll have to tranq her before grabbing the boy.
Lucy: Why don’t you tranq her since you’re a better shot than me?
Darlene: Fine, just make sure you are quick, because we don’t want him getting away. It looks like they’re heading for the park. We’ll circle around and coming rolling in from the other way, and take them by surprise. Now load the gun, and hand it to me, please.
At the park…..
It was dark now, perfect time at night for a stroll. Jamie held my hand tight as we kept walking. I sort of wished it was daytime, so I could offer to buy her an ice cream cone.
Jamie: Where did you park your car?
Zachary: My car is still parked over by the studio, I walked to the bar. Why do you ask?
Jamie: Well, I was wondering if maybe you’d want to go see a movie.
Zachary: Are you asking me on a date?
Jamie: No, I just don’t want to go to the movies by myself.
Zachary: I do that quite a bit.
Jamie: Well not tonight, honey, you have an escort.
Zachary: Are you offering to be at my beck and call?
Jamie: My name is Jamie, not Julia.
Zachary: Fair enough, what shall we see?
Jamie: Something that will make me laugh, I like to laugh.
Zachary: Good to know, but you are asking me on a date, contrary to popular belief.
Jamie: Zach, honey, you’re too young for me. I mean, when I graduated high school, your bedtime was nine o clock. I mean, damn, I could’ve babysat you when I was a sophomore.
Oh damn, my fear had become true, she said what I had pondered this morning.
Zachary: Well maybe you can baby-sit sometime, I don’t think I’ll be any trouble.
Jamie: Are you saying you’ll be my good boy, cause I let good boys stay up late.
Zachary: You are drunk, ya know that? You downed three seven and sevens.
Jamie: Yeah, but only a wee bit.
Then she snorted a few laughs, which I found mildly amusing, making it perfectly clear that she was in fact, a wee bit drunk.
Jamie: There’s a bench right there, can we sit down?
Zachary: Sure, why not.
So we sat down, and for the first time all night, there was a bit of awkward silence. But it was understandable, we both needed to clear our heads. Well, by we, I mean she. After we rested a bit, I would take her up on her offer to see a movie. It was still fairly early, but I would have to go home and change out of my work clothes. There was no sense in going in a suit, and getting popcorn grease all over it.
Then all of a sudden, I heard a noise from behind us, which sounded like a roaring engine of sorts. And when I turned around, I saw a van come to a skid. Then I saw the driver aim what looked like a handgun at us and then I felt a prick in the back of my shoulder. It wasn’t painful, but after a few seconds of pulling it out, I began to feel quite drowsy.
Jamie: ZACH!
Lucy hopped out of the car and so did Darlene. They walked over to where Jamie stood hovering over Zach.
Darlene: Dammit, Lucy, you missed, now she’s seen our faces.
Lucy: Who cares, just tranq her now and then throw her in the van with him.
Darlene nodded and aimed her tranq gun at Jamie, who was too busy with Zach to notice it being aimed at her. Then ten seconds later, she slumped to the ground too. The two large women scooped up their slumbering victims and carried them to the van.
Darlene: That was quite easy, not expected, but easy.
Lucy: Now, comes the fun part. And tonight we get to try out that new invention of Dr. Baxter’s, The DeGenerator, which from what I hear makes the first phase of our process easier.
Darlene: That’s good to hear, and almost a shame too. I mean look how handsome he is in this suit. Awwwww, he even has socks that match his suit coat.
The two women shared a laugh and then drove off….
Sorry I couldn't get to the tickling, but I didn't want this story to be twenty some pages long. Besides, now the hard part of exposition is over, and I can get to the best part, which is the rising action. Oh and I am on a roll today, so expect the next part by tonight.
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