Flynt Q. Rylee of Shasta Falls: "At least feel the situation out, or you'll
kick yourself and maybe resent your own lady in some twisted justifiable
way. Release some natural frustrations. Go for it!"
Willoughby: "Fine, pull over by all means. Be a good Samaritan and give
her a lift within reason. No more than twenty minutes in any direction.
Just remember, this town is smaller than you think and chances are
you'll be noticed. Explain that!"
Horatio: "Gee... Willoughby. (Oh, Damn! I'd never thought I'd ever say
that.) Thanks for getting her into the car... I'll take over from here. Now
boys, take her to the first motel... Immediately! Chances are you won't
be seen; besides, the rush of the risk makes it even that much
harder. Don't give her your real name, and pay cash. No if's, ands, or
not even will you get no butts... Immediately!"
Willoughby: "Are you nuts, you don't even slightly know this person!
Hello. If it sounds too good to be true, especially in this case, it is. In
this day and age, chances are she's involved in a scam and you could
get seriously hurt. I'll wager your being followed, or she'll rob you at
gunpoint in the room herself. Seriously, no such thing as a free lunch,
let alone a complimentary crackie snack."
Horatio: "Damn... Willoughby! I'm impressed, you are right again. Make
sure you're not being followed by pulling a series of fast right turns. A
little oh-oh seven action. Just don't get pulled over, or the cop will
make you both stand on the side of the road. Then you're really busted;
your old lady will definitely find out! Right off the bat say, 'I'm going to
the ATM, how long do you have?' If that's what she's about, she'll more
likely say, 'How about a few hours?' Which means a couple hundred or
so. Keep a close eye on her until she's completely naked, then perform
a cavity search... Oh! Either that or she's really hitchhiking, then the
joke's on you."
She-Rah from Alaska/Russia: "I'm that hot hitchhiker of your dreams. I
travel through social circles around the country making guys' fantasies
come true. If you're fortunate enough to see me before that other lucky
stiff does, pick me up. Seriously, I'll visit the city of this month's winner."
Horatio: "Hey there, She- Rah -Rah, Don't I know you? It was in Siberia,
many eons back. Careful now, once these boys have had the slightest
taste of your snow-cones, everything else is just a slushie. Seriously,
no solicitations. Stay put, although we do appreciate your subscription."
Willoughby: "Interesting that women such as herself have existed
fruitfully throughout civilization. High end, shall we say, Traveling Field
Agents? And then, before they get too used, they land a sucker."
Horatio: "Whoa there, Willis. Spew your judgement elsewhere. You're
the conscientious objector, not a conservative, religious watchdog of
hotdogs. At least She-Rah is honest. Some of these hotties with toads
for husbands can't admit that they're in it for the money; that they're
engaging in a form of prostitution."
Willoughby: "I suppose you're right. At least this Spade can call herslef
by name, unlike the Whole Foods Whookers. (Ouch, did I really say
that?) I mean like some of those entitled snobs with all the work done.
I'm beginning to sound like a Good Horatio."
Mobius Rick of Chi-town: "Call your single Bad Boy Buddy right away.
We've all got one. If she's really ready to party, hand her over to him. You'll
probably get thrown a bone. At least you've got an alibi as to who she's
with if you're gonna need one."
Horatio: "Very clever, Mobius. I believe I used to hang with your cousin,
the White Whale. We spawned together in the same Sea of Love when
we were just wee ones. We also had a menage-a-trois with a mermaid.
Sorry Charlie, we want tunas that taste good."
Willoughby: "You guys are morons. Now you're just asking for more
trouble, an accomplice. She steals from him and you're responsible.
You both get an STD and you're to blame. You're friend could hold
anything over your head, even if it all goes as planned."
Horatio: "Right again, dear Willo. No gossiper witnesses. Just get her to
a motel... Pronto! Saddle her up, shoot your sex guns and ...Vamoose!"
Willoughby: "Might as well shoot yourself in your foot."
kick yourself and maybe resent your own lady in some twisted justifiable
way. Release some natural frustrations. Go for it!"
Willoughby: "Fine, pull over by all means. Be a good Samaritan and give
her a lift within reason. No more than twenty minutes in any direction.
Just remember, this town is smaller than you think and chances are
you'll be noticed. Explain that!"
Horatio: "Gee... Willoughby. (Oh, Damn! I'd never thought I'd ever say
that.) Thanks for getting her into the car... I'll take over from here. Now
boys, take her to the first motel... Immediately! Chances are you won't
be seen; besides, the rush of the risk makes it even that much
harder. Don't give her your real name, and pay cash. No if's, ands, or
not even will you get no butts... Immediately!"
Willoughby: "Are you nuts, you don't even slightly know this person!
Hello. If it sounds too good to be true, especially in this case, it is. In
this day and age, chances are she's involved in a scam and you could
get seriously hurt. I'll wager your being followed, or she'll rob you at
gunpoint in the room herself. Seriously, no such thing as a free lunch,
let alone a complimentary crackie snack."
Horatio: "Damn... Willoughby! I'm impressed, you are right again. Make
sure you're not being followed by pulling a series of fast right turns. A
little oh-oh seven action. Just don't get pulled over, or the cop will
make you both stand on the side of the road. Then you're really busted;
your old lady will definitely find out! Right off the bat say, 'I'm going to
the ATM, how long do you have?' If that's what she's about, she'll more
likely say, 'How about a few hours?' Which means a couple hundred or
so. Keep a close eye on her until she's completely naked, then perform
a cavity search... Oh! Either that or she's really hitchhiking, then the
joke's on you."
She-Rah from Alaska/Russia: "I'm that hot hitchhiker of your dreams. I
travel through social circles around the country making guys' fantasies
come true. If you're fortunate enough to see me before that other lucky
stiff does, pick me up. Seriously, I'll visit the city of this month's winner."
Horatio: "Hey there, She- Rah -Rah, Don't I know you? It was in Siberia,
many eons back. Careful now, once these boys have had the slightest
taste of your snow-cones, everything else is just a slushie. Seriously,
no solicitations. Stay put, although we do appreciate your subscription."
Willoughby: "Interesting that women such as herself have existed
fruitfully throughout civilization. High end, shall we say, Traveling Field
Agents? And then, before they get too used, they land a sucker."
Horatio: "Whoa there, Willis. Spew your judgement elsewhere. You're
the conscientious objector, not a conservative, religious watchdog of
hotdogs. At least She-Rah is honest. Some of these hotties with toads
for husbands can't admit that they're in it for the money; that they're
engaging in a form of prostitution."
Willoughby: "I suppose you're right. At least this Spade can call herslef
by name, unlike the Whole Foods Whookers. (Ouch, did I really say
that?) I mean like some of those entitled snobs with all the work done.
I'm beginning to sound like a Good Horatio."
Mobius Rick of Chi-town: "Call your single Bad Boy Buddy right away.
We've all got one. If she's really ready to party, hand her over to him. You'll
probably get thrown a bone. At least you've got an alibi as to who she's
with if you're gonna need one."
Horatio: "Very clever, Mobius. I believe I used to hang with your cousin,
the White Whale. We spawned together in the same Sea of Love when
we were just wee ones. We also had a menage-a-trois with a mermaid.
Sorry Charlie, we want tunas that taste good."
Willoughby: "You guys are morons. Now you're just asking for more
trouble, an accomplice. She steals from him and you're responsible.
You both get an STD and you're to blame. You're friend could hold
anything over your head, even if it all goes as planned."
Horatio: "Right again, dear Willo. No gossiper witnesses. Just get her to
a motel... Pronto! Saddle her up, shoot your sex guns and ...Vamoose!"
Willoughby: "Might as well shoot yourself in your foot."
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