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R. Linda:
No, really in Latin the number six is SEX. I am not making this stuff up. Well, not that anyway.
Chapter Six
I walked with me head down next to the wall on my way towards the Non-Importa Farmacia Group entrance. Opposite me on the other wall, I could see a blond person with squinty eyes, a big nose, thick black eyebrows and glasses! I knew it wasn't Sara Pignelli and pretty soon at the rate that person and I were walking, we were destined to meet at the entrance. I slowed down, and she slowed down. I sped up, and she sped up. I'd take a step and stop, she'd do the same. I looked around, and she looked around. There was nothing to have but to go forward and hope I could pull it off that I was a scientist type on my way to work inside Non-Importa Farmacia.
One more step and there we were face to face. She craned her head forward, her eyes so squinted behind the big black glasses you couldn't see them. I caught meself doing the same when I realised her perfume smelled familiar.
"Sara?" I ventured in a whisper.
"Booby?" Asked the blond squinty person with an Italian accent.
"OH MY GOD!" We burst out together.
We grabbed each other by the elbows and danced around in obvious excitement that we had both done something very stupid.
"Take off the fake noth and the buck teeth Booby." Sara said in a desperate whisper, "We look like twinth."
I took out the buck teeth so I didn't sound like her and said, "Only if you do first, and the moustache does nothing for you."
We flung the Groucho noses and glasses into the bushes. I put out my hand for the fake teeth, it was bad enough that she lisped on her own she didn't have to intensify the experience for me. Reluctantly, she took them out and handed them over. God, she looked like that French comedian Jerry Lewis with them in.
"Ok, how do I look?" I asked her.
She smiled and gave me a thumbs-up. Looking as professional as we could we were about to walk to the entrance when a carload of women in white coats got out and passed us on their way inside. Before we could walk forward, another carload appeared and in they went. One more time another carload and chattering like magpies, in they went. I thought I heard the words jock itch and ditch the itch, but I couldn't be sure because they were all talking in Italian.
I went to walk to the entrance when Sara grabbed my arm holding me back. I looked at her in wonderment.
"Booby, they were all women."
"So what?"
"Booby, what would be the woth thing you can think of, that a horde of female thighnithth could unleash upon the male population?"
I could see where she was going and damn it if she didn't have a point.
"Sara, do you mean to say that Non-Importa Farmacia Group is made up entirely of jilted women scientists?"
"Yeth, I think tho. Thath meanth that YOU need a wig." She started digging in her large cloth bag and held out a black curly wig to me. "Put thith on."
"Ohhh no, no, no, no, no."
"Booby, ith the only way you can geth inthide. Think Booby, it ith thth way or jock itth, which ith worth?"
Which was worse? Hell, I knew which was worse. I looked around to make sure no one was looking and hurriedly put the foolish thing on me head. Sara straightened it for me and with another thumbs up, we started to the entrance.
End of Chapter 6
R. Linda:
No, really in Latin the number six is SEX. I am not making this stuff up. Well, not that anyway.
Chapter Six
I walked with me head down next to the wall on my way towards the Non-Importa Farmacia Group entrance. Opposite me on the other wall, I could see a blond person with squinty eyes, a big nose, thick black eyebrows and glasses! I knew it wasn't Sara Pignelli and pretty soon at the rate that person and I were walking, we were destined to meet at the entrance. I slowed down, and she slowed down. I sped up, and she sped up. I'd take a step and stop, she'd do the same. I looked around, and she looked around. There was nothing to have but to go forward and hope I could pull it off that I was a scientist type on my way to work inside Non-Importa Farmacia.
One more step and there we were face to face. She craned her head forward, her eyes so squinted behind the big black glasses you couldn't see them. I caught meself doing the same when I realised her perfume smelled familiar.
"Sara?" I ventured in a whisper.
"Booby?" Asked the blond squinty person with an Italian accent.
"OH MY GOD!" We burst out together.
We grabbed each other by the elbows and danced around in obvious excitement that we had both done something very stupid.
"Take off the fake noth and the buck teeth Booby." Sara said in a desperate whisper, "We look like twinth."
I took out the buck teeth so I didn't sound like her and said, "Only if you do first, and the moustache does nothing for you."
We flung the Groucho noses and glasses into the bushes. I put out my hand for the fake teeth, it was bad enough that she lisped on her own she didn't have to intensify the experience for me. Reluctantly, she took them out and handed them over. God, she looked like that French comedian Jerry Lewis with them in.
"Ok, how do I look?" I asked her.
She smiled and gave me a thumbs-up. Looking as professional as we could we were about to walk to the entrance when a carload of women in white coats got out and passed us on their way inside. Before we could walk forward, another carload appeared and in they went. One more time another carload and chattering like magpies, in they went. I thought I heard the words jock itch and ditch the itch, but I couldn't be sure because they were all talking in Italian.
I went to walk to the entrance when Sara grabbed my arm holding me back. I looked at her in wonderment.
"Booby, they were all women."
"So what?"
"Booby, what would be the woth thing you can think of, that a horde of female thighnithth could unleash upon the male population?"
I could see where she was going and damn it if she didn't have a point.
"Sara, do you mean to say that Non-Importa Farmacia Group is made up entirely of jilted women scientists?"
"Yeth, I think tho. Thath meanth that YOU need a wig." She started digging in her large cloth bag and held out a black curly wig to me. "Put thith on."
"Ohhh no, no, no, no, no."
"Booby, ith the only way you can geth inthide. Think Booby, it ith thth way or jock itth, which ith worth?"
Which was worse? Hell, I knew which was worse. I looked around to make sure no one was looking and hurriedly put the foolish thing on me head. Sara straightened it for me and with another thumbs up, we started to the entrance.
End of Chapter 6
Gabe
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