to visit her tomorrow
morning. She only just lives about an hour from here. You
fellers are more than welcome to keep me company on the
ride over there, and then me and Ma can take you to the
place she sold it at. I'm sure she'd be happy to help. Probably fix you a good home-cooked meal to boot. How's
that sound?"
"Well, ma'am, I'd say that sounds like a good plan.
Mighty obliged to you for your help," I answered, still with
a Southern twang of my own, which was highly persistent.
Once I started using it, I couldn't stop.
"Not me, ma'am, thanks," Marvin said. "I still have
work to do while I'm here."
That made me sad, as I was fast becoming attached to
him, even with the butter incident and all. But, then again,
I did have a date with Chris the next day; meaning a little
distance might do me some good.
We said our goodbyes to Honey. I gave her our hotel
room number and told her that Justin and I would be ready
for her when she got there. And then Marvin and I exited,
stage left. I'd always wanted to do that.
I have to say, I was disappointed that my vase was now
in someone else's hands, but at least we were still hot on
the trail. That was better than nothing. And a trip outside Vegas sounded exciting, seeing as I'd never been anywhere
else in Nevada before.
"Now what?" I asked Marvin as we stood in the hotel
lobby.
"Now you come back to my hotel and we do it right,"
he answered.
"No butter, no waiter, no booth?"
"No, no, and no. Just me, my bed, and some good oldfashioned spit. How's that sound?"
"Less fattening, that's for sure."
"As if you had anything to worry about."
"You're fast becoming one of my favorite people, Marvin.
Let's go. By the way, what hotel are you staying at?"
"The Bellagio."
"Make that my all-time favorite person."
THE NEXT MORNING I AWOKE FEELING OH SO RELAXED,
and sped back to my hotel, wanting to make sure that I
got there in plenty of time to hook up with Honey. I'd left
a message with Justin the night before and told him of the
forthcoming adventure in the Nevada wilderness, praying
that he received it and that he'd be capable of getting up at
such an early hour. Odds were against me, which is why I
forced myself to leave Marvin's side even sooner than I had
to. Not an enjoyable thing to do. I hadn't spooned like that
in ages.
But I did have my priorities in order, for a change. And
Marvin understood completely. Still, it was hard to leave
him, his king-sized bed, the lack of malodorous fumes, and
go back to our fishbowl. Oh, and don't worry, I'll fill you in
on the Bellagio later. Talk about fabulous.
I arrived back at the Atlantis with a good half hour to
spare. (So naturally I played the slots for ten minutes.) When I arrived at our room, I knocked on the door and waited,
just in case. I had no desire to catch Justin and Jacques in
flagrante delicto. (Look it up.)
"Come in," came a strange voice from behind the door.
"Oh, my God," I managed, surprised at whom I found
there.
"Oh, hi," said Justin, emerging from the bathroom,
newly washed. "You remember Ahmed, right?"
"Yes, nice to see you again, Ahmed," I said, shaking his
hand, and my head, in disbelief.
"Don't worry, Ahmed was just leaving and I'll be ready
in ten minutes," he said, throwing me a sly wink.
"No sweat," I replied, plopping down on my bed and
inhaling the familiar ghastly chlorine stench.
"Very stinky," Ahmed said to me, waving his hand in
front of his face.
"Very," I agreed.
A few minutes later, he was kissing Justin goodbye and
leaving-looking considerably less exotic without his silk
slacks, but still yummy, nonetheless.
"Poor, poor, Jacques," I lamented, once we were alone.
"Poor Jacques, nothing. This was not my doing."
"Come on, who are you trying to kid?"
"No, really. Jacques and I did come back here last night
after we left you, but when we got to the door Ahmed was
waiting for me. I had told him what hotel we were staying
at, and he knows
morning. She only just lives about an hour from here. You
fellers are more than welcome to keep me company on the
ride over there, and then me and Ma can take you to the
place she sold it at. I'm sure she'd be happy to help. Probably fix you a good home-cooked meal to boot. How's
that sound?"
"Well, ma'am, I'd say that sounds like a good plan.
Mighty obliged to you for your help," I answered, still with
a Southern twang of my own, which was highly persistent.
Once I started using it, I couldn't stop.
"Not me, ma'am, thanks," Marvin said. "I still have
work to do while I'm here."
That made me sad, as I was fast becoming attached to
him, even with the butter incident and all. But, then again,
I did have a date with Chris the next day; meaning a little
distance might do me some good.
We said our goodbyes to Honey. I gave her our hotel
room number and told her that Justin and I would be ready
for her when she got there. And then Marvin and I exited,
stage left. I'd always wanted to do that.
I have to say, I was disappointed that my vase was now
in someone else's hands, but at least we were still hot on
the trail. That was better than nothing. And a trip outside Vegas sounded exciting, seeing as I'd never been anywhere
else in Nevada before.
"Now what?" I asked Marvin as we stood in the hotel
lobby.
"Now you come back to my hotel and we do it right,"
he answered.
"No butter, no waiter, no booth?"
"No, no, and no. Just me, my bed, and some good oldfashioned spit. How's that sound?"
"Less fattening, that's for sure."
"As if you had anything to worry about."
"You're fast becoming one of my favorite people, Marvin.
Let's go. By the way, what hotel are you staying at?"
"The Bellagio."
"Make that my all-time favorite person."
THE NEXT MORNING I AWOKE FEELING OH SO RELAXED,
and sped back to my hotel, wanting to make sure that I
got there in plenty of time to hook up with Honey. I'd left
a message with Justin the night before and told him of the
forthcoming adventure in the Nevada wilderness, praying
that he received it and that he'd be capable of getting up at
such an early hour. Odds were against me, which is why I
forced myself to leave Marvin's side even sooner than I had
to. Not an enjoyable thing to do. I hadn't spooned like that
in ages.
But I did have my priorities in order, for a change. And
Marvin understood completely. Still, it was hard to leave
him, his king-sized bed, the lack of malodorous fumes, and
go back to our fishbowl. Oh, and don't worry, I'll fill you in
on the Bellagio later. Talk about fabulous.
I arrived back at the Atlantis with a good half hour to
spare. (So naturally I played the slots for ten minutes.) When I arrived at our room, I knocked on the door and waited,
just in case. I had no desire to catch Justin and Jacques in
flagrante delicto. (Look it up.)
"Come in," came a strange voice from behind the door.
"Oh, my God," I managed, surprised at whom I found
there.
"Oh, hi," said Justin, emerging from the bathroom,
newly washed. "You remember Ahmed, right?"
"Yes, nice to see you again, Ahmed," I said, shaking his
hand, and my head, in disbelief.
"Don't worry, Ahmed was just leaving and I'll be ready
in ten minutes," he said, throwing me a sly wink.
"No sweat," I replied, plopping down on my bed and
inhaling the familiar ghastly chlorine stench.
"Very stinky," Ahmed said to me, waving his hand in
front of his face.
"Very," I agreed.
A few minutes later, he was kissing Justin goodbye and
leaving-looking considerably less exotic without his silk
slacks, but still yummy, nonetheless.
"Poor, poor, Jacques," I lamented, once we were alone.
"Poor Jacques, nothing. This was not my doing."
"Come on, who are you trying to kid?"
"No, really. Jacques and I did come back here last night
after we left you, but when we got to the door Ahmed was
waiting for me. I had told him what hotel we were staying
at, and he knows
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