Tyche
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 91
Having gotten the response he wanted ... and more. The cop put the patrol-car in gear and drove away.
Holy Shit!
Holy Shit!
Holy Shit!
I have a date ... and I don’t even know his name. I gave it a think and recalled the Journal.
“What is your name?”
She burst out laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“You have no idea how many times I’ve heard that of a Saturday morning after a Friday night all-nighter. “I thought you knew. You’ve been calling me by it ever since I started working for you.”
“Sultry?”
‘Here I sit ... the most beautiful Earth girl is next to me ... I can have a life with her.’
Sure it was grandpa talking to grandma ... but the situation was so similar that I busted out laughing.
<Ha!> thought Raul.
I’m not done with you ... you, you, you-you. He thinks I’m a ventriloquist ... and YOU are my dummy ... dummy.
<I thought I was doing you a favor.>
We’ll have to see how it goes, I thought.
<Yes ... We will.>
I had no idea HOW cryptic that Yes We will was going to be.
<It’s late ... I’m cold. I wonder ... is the Hot Tub occupied?>
Ooo ... sounds good.
Out the backdoor and onto the cedar deck. I wonder how much this cost?
Alice was soaking ... and so was Auntie.
I grabbed a clean towel, stripped and immersed. Ooo ... HOT! I had to look. 112 degrees. Right on the cusp. Too hot is 113 (Montana hot-springs regulations). Research: Montana NOW regulates water temp to be 106 F. Or less. 112F was when I was attending MSU in the 80’s. Author
I know it sounds like I just jumped in ... nope ... as slow as I take getting into 34 degree water ... that’s how slow I approach 112.
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