The Never Ending Story

[sisu]

The entire group were ready to follow The Angel. But....it was at that exact moment that Michael Flatley, Lord of the Dance walked into the cafe. He was on a quest to get more people into riverdancing and demanded that all in the cafe stay to learn "the dance"......

 

[anthony]

40,000ft in the air, Sasha & Wally where on their way to the Chicago, heading back to the farm for a holiday they had wanted for years... rest and relaxation.

 

[The Albatross]

The flight was uneventful, but on reaching O'Hare there was a a throng of people blocking the terminal exit, TSA was doing security screenings, "Not a great way to start a vacay Wal', why couldn't we pick Maine like I wanted?" Sasha said.

 

[Sammy]

"My Dear, you forget that Maine still has 4 feet of snow and all the flights were cancelled. Perhaps we should have gone to..."

 

[The Albatross]

"Ah, no matter. Let's just get through this terminal and start this vacation. What's the hold up here anyway Wally?"

 

[sisu]

Sasha finally admitted she was excited about the trip and confessed she rather enjoyed the strip search during the TSA screening. It made her mind wander to what was in her future in the luxury hotel room that Wally had booked for them...(bow-chica-bow-bow).......

 

[anni]

Wally of course had lied to her yet again, the rotter. The luxery hotel room of her fond imaginings was in fact the old tumble-down farm, where the closest thing to Egyptian cotton sheets was a Mexican macrame plant hanger and there was a hole in the plaster ceiling in lieu of a mirror. She hadn't even packed her Wellies, as Wally well knew and his somewhat sadistic little soul now thrilled at the thought of his dainty little wife navigating the sheep pens in her 6 inch stilletos.

Wally was kind of a schmuck at heart.

 

[The Albatross]

Sasha sat in a chair, surveying the room. The room was musty and quite frankly she was apprehensive about sitting on the bed, let alone sleeping in it. "What the hell was he thinking?", she thought to herself.

 

[sisu]

Sasha decided to ring up an old beau she had from college who was now living in Chicago. Wally was just an arse and she had just about enough of his shenanigans. Beau (which happened to be her old beau's name) answered on the first ring.....

 

[anthony]

"Hello", Beau answered. "Hi Beau, this is Sally... do you remember me", Sally asked? Beau thought for a minute, then responded, "sorry, not a clue who you are; were you are friend of mine or my wife?"

 

[The Albatross]

"Sorry, wrong number" *click*. Sasha sat in the musty room, staring at the dead line, she hadn't hung up but just hit the disconnect, the phone was still in her hand.

 

[anni]

"Who was that, another of your tarts ringing you up?" Beau's wife emerged from under the sheets, out of her alcohol induced semi coma, peering nastily at him through bloodshot eyes. He was still clutching the phone like it was a life-line, still heard That Voice, from the past, his long lost love he'd just been forced to deny. Sally! With her plump implants, varicose veins and gravel pit voice she haunted his dreams, dogged his miserable marriage, the little darling! If only.....