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Wax On, Wax Off.
"Sorry, that is so not like me. Sampson’d kill me if she found out. But you two ladies have a seat, and I’ll have Elsie come out when she’s finished." Lycra gestured to the waiting area in close proximity to the desk.
The two girls made their way over to the plush looking chairs circled around the retro coffee table, littered with new age, artsy magazines. Plopping down next to each other, Alice picked up a copy of ‘Razr’, a magazine she’d never seen before, and began flipping through the pages. Dana fiddled with her cell phone before glancing to Alice.
"That was weird, huh?"
"Why? You’re a star athlete, Dane. You’re bound to be recognized somewhere. Just like every time we go past the Gay and Lesbian center girls hiss at Shane." Alice explained, without taking her eyes from the magazine.
"No, I mean, Lycra said Sampson was a she, I just assumed he was a…well, a he." She looked baffled. "I mean, Sampson. Sam, Samuel."
Alice looked dumbstruck by her friend. Was she really not phased by that? Deciding not to press the issue she glanced at the wordless magazine, studying an abstract photo of a light switch and a mouse trap and wondering who in the fuck decided that was art.
A few moments later, as Dana was still pondering the gender bender and Alice was still staring at the mouse trap photo, a tall, leggy brunette came into the waiting area. She handed Lycra a business card and also a fifty dollar bill, which he stashed for her. Walking over to where Alice and Dana were seated she flicked a long strand of onyx behind her exposed and tanned shoulder. Sliding her hands into her pockets she glanced to the girls.
"So which’a one’a you is the Dana Fairbanks?" She asked, accented by Italian tongue "I am Elsie D’Onofrio."
Dana glanced up from her cell phone and took in the sight of the exotic beauty, from her perfectly chiseled face all the way down her tailored pant legs and stopping at the toes of her pointy Italian shoes. "I’m her…she’s…I’m Dana, this is Alice." The brunette stumbled to her feet and put out a hand, which Elsie delicately shook. Alice looked up from the photo and felt her eyes widen. What a gorgeous girl.
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that was great I hope that there is more to this story if so please post soon Great post
I really must tell you…I felt whisked off to another world…an S1 world, at that. Ms B, I found this just really well-written. Where have you been?
great story, and i think you should get them together! lol
That was amazing! I really did have a season one feel to it, and thats what made it so great. You really should continue this as a story, because you are incredibly talented and I need something happy to read to get over the hell that was season 3. So pretty please? :)