KITTTLETOWN THREE
by Max Speer
Epilogue
"Claude," Gregory shouted, calling his bodyguard over. It had been a great night, but a stressful one. Now that Sandra was the new Queen, his work could now begin. He had the whole Mayer family involved in his schemes: Jim to design the machines, Barbara to fulfill some special services, Buddy was like his name "budding". Then there was Jamie.
"Claude, I hear the two troublemakers are planning on taking a little trip. You can't let them leave. If they do, you have to follow them. When you catch them bring them to me. It's time I tested my latest batch of Formula, and, believe me, it's a whopper!"
* * *
Meanwhile, in all parts of the country, people were feeling the effects of Formula. Tickling was appearing everywhere.
In Hollywood, it was the latest trend. In New York, sleeveless was the style for women. Paris was beginning to design more sleeveless fashions, and fashion runways were reporting strange incidents of tickle-attacks.
Gregory knew that it wouldn't be long.
* * *
Jessie Waterson drove her rented car down the long Florida highway. She had received a tip from a source who also received a tip from another source that there was a nutty little professor who was the source of all this tickling business people were talking about; started after the Academy Awards presentation. She planned to get the full story for her paper.
Checking her micro-recorder, she looked into the rearview mirror to make sure her make-up was not smeared.
It was getting hot but she didn't have time to change out of her long-sleeved poloshirt.
Then she clicked on the micro-recorder and spoke into it:
"This is Jessie. I'm about to enter the town called Kittletown. I don't know what I'm going to encounter here but it seems nice enough. After all, a small town is a small town, and I'm glad to leave the big city for some small town hospitality."
The End of Book Three
Copyright (c) 1994 by Max Speer. All Rights Reserved.
by Max Speer
Epilogue
"Claude," Gregory shouted, calling his bodyguard over. It had been a great night, but a stressful one. Now that Sandra was the new Queen, his work could now begin. He had the whole Mayer family involved in his schemes: Jim to design the machines, Barbara to fulfill some special services, Buddy was like his name "budding". Then there was Jamie.
"Claude, I hear the two troublemakers are planning on taking a little trip. You can't let them leave. If they do, you have to follow them. When you catch them bring them to me. It's time I tested my latest batch of Formula, and, believe me, it's a whopper!"
* * *
Meanwhile, in all parts of the country, people were feeling the effects of Formula. Tickling was appearing everywhere.
In Hollywood, it was the latest trend. In New York, sleeveless was the style for women. Paris was beginning to design more sleeveless fashions, and fashion runways were reporting strange incidents of tickle-attacks.
Gregory knew that it wouldn't be long.
* * *
Jessie Waterson drove her rented car down the long Florida highway. She had received a tip from a source who also received a tip from another source that there was a nutty little professor who was the source of all this tickling business people were talking about; started after the Academy Awards presentation. She planned to get the full story for her paper.
Checking her micro-recorder, she looked into the rearview mirror to make sure her make-up was not smeared.
It was getting hot but she didn't have time to change out of her long-sleeved poloshirt.
Then she clicked on the micro-recorder and spoke into it:
"This is Jessie. I'm about to enter the town called Kittletown. I don't know what I'm going to encounter here but it seems nice enough. After all, a small town is a small town, and I'm glad to leave the big city for some small town hospitality."
The End of Book Three
Copyright (c) 1994 by Max Speer. All Rights Reserved.
