leftybeancounte
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- Mar 5, 2003
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Night on the town
Donald walked through JFK airport, dragging his case behind him. It was Friday night and he'd been travelling for nearly 24 hours. He was grateful for the first class lounge and the chance to shower off the aroma of Asia. He'd been away for three weeks and was glad to be home.
The downside was that his lovely bride, Hillary, had emailed to tell him that a family emergency on the West Coast would take her out of town the whole weekend. Rather than go home to an empty suburban house, he had decided to take a hotel room in Manhattan and catch up with work at the office.
Donald hailed a cab and told the driver to take him to his room at the Sheraton. Sliding into the back seat, he saw a gaudy leaflet which an earlier passenger must have left behind. It said, "Amateur One-to-One Personal Strip Shows - Every Friday night!"
"Hmm..." he thought, "Maybe this might make up for the show I missed before I left?" Donald stuffed the leaflet in his pocket and snoozed all the way into Manhattan.
.........
As the sun slipped below the Hudson river, Don looked out over the view from his hotel room. "Ok," he thought, "While Hillary's away, this mouse is going to play" He was wearing his dark blue pinstripe, white shirt and modest tie, looking the very picture of an accountant. "It's party time." He called a cab and directed the driver to the address on his flier. What would the evening bring?
Donald walked through JFK airport, dragging his case behind him. It was Friday night and he'd been travelling for nearly 24 hours. He was grateful for the first class lounge and the chance to shower off the aroma of Asia. He'd been away for three weeks and was glad to be home.
The downside was that his lovely bride, Hillary, had emailed to tell him that a family emergency on the West Coast would take her out of town the whole weekend. Rather than go home to an empty suburban house, he had decided to take a hotel room in Manhattan and catch up with work at the office.
Donald hailed a cab and told the driver to take him to his room at the Sheraton. Sliding into the back seat, he saw a gaudy leaflet which an earlier passenger must have left behind. It said, "Amateur One-to-One Personal Strip Shows - Every Friday night!"
"Hmm..." he thought, "Maybe this might make up for the show I missed before I left?" Donald stuffed the leaflet in his pocket and snoozed all the way into Manhattan.
.........
As the sun slipped below the Hudson river, Don looked out over the view from his hotel room. "Ok," he thought, "While Hillary's away, this mouse is going to play" He was wearing his dark blue pinstripe, white shirt and modest tie, looking the very picture of an accountant. "It's party time." He called a cab and directed the driver to the address on his flier. What would the evening bring?