Date: Tue, 3 Dec 1996 16:56:14 -0500 From: Robyn Harris Organization: Wesleyan College Subject: INT: HWY 41 dll452@airmail.net,Internet writes: >"Well, as I was saying," Margaret looked into Cooper's eyes, "who wants to >know, darling?" > >Cooper quickly kicked himself under the table, knowing he had again picked >the wrong strategy for this mysterious woman. But he also knew he would not >underestimate her again. > >"Dale Cooper, FBI, maam, but I'm really just curious though. No formalities >here. I really do want to help you folks get back to town, but I do hope >you can tell me if you happened to see anyone suspicious in the area, >including this bald-headed, t-shirt-wearing man." He smiled at Margaret and >waited for a reply. Margaret grinned. A g-man. Well, it wouldn't be her first. "I didn't see a bald-headed man." Morgan Looked around, nervously. She slipped her hands in her purse and opened her pill bottle. She had one pill in her hand. It was a matter of taking the pill before Shirley emerged, and not being noticed taking it. Shirley held the pill, wanting to drop it, but she didn't have enough control yet. Maybe the waitress would take her time bringing the drinks, and she would order a double cheeseburger, fries, mash taters, and bacon on the side. Her stomach growled thinking about it. Mark sat looking at Margaret. Womething in her eyes drew him toward her. Oh how he would enjoy playing bad little school boy to her angry teacher. Wanda looked at Mark, remembering his pathetic little sex games, and missing them. Cooper just nodded. Soon he would trap her, this strange woman. It had to be her. But he had the impression that the other one, the Morgan girl...she was hiding something to. "How about you, Miss." Morgan looked up, and so did Shirley. "Nothing. If you'll excuse me, I have to go to the ladies room." She stood and practically ran, fighting to get the pill into her mouth. It wouldn't work for another thirty minutes, all she could do is pray Shirley would behave her self in public, she only hurt people in private, but she was a reall slut..... ---to be continued---- Robyn Alyson ------------- You've been contacted ( ) I^^^^^ I ) I~~~~ I \ I \ A I \/ pookers@geocities.com ****************** "Do you think that if you were falling in space you would slow down after a while or go faster and faster?" " Faster and faster. For a long time you wouldn't feel anything. Then you would burst into fire... forever." --Twin Peaks--Fire Walk With Me..David Lynch ****************** http://www.geocities.com/SouthBeach/9011/ http://members.wbs.net/homepages/d/a/r/darquequeen.html