They
get up and do a slow dance to the Beatles’ Yesterday.
George says,
“I'll take the flattery with a grain of salt, Moira, but it still sounds great.
Do you think you can hold me up if I get winded?”
“Holding you
sounds like a real plan, Georgie boy.”
“And you
say I’m a flirt? You have the devil in you, HEAT.”
She laughs.
“The gossip mongers often say I've had a lot more than just the devil in me.”
***
"Ms.
Boyer, you look breathtaking. Please forgive me, because I'm not patronizing
you but my sense of aesthetics is fascinated by the flawless symmetry of your
legs.”
As she
smirks, she tilts her head.
In her
throatiest voice, she says, “Be candid, Tad, it's where they lead to that’s
fascinated or probably obsessed you.”
***
“Talking about
stallions, let’s take a shower because we’ve some catching up to do, my Italian
Stallion. On second thought...no, you’re not an Italian Stallion. No, that’s
not it. You’re a…wait. I’ve got it. You’re
a...a…Jewish…Jackhammer.”
Mel cracks up. “Oh
Lord, what am I getting myself into?”
Moira thinks for a
split–second.
She smirks...and
then says,“Mmmmmmm…me.”
Mel falls to the floor laughing as he tries to step
out of his pants.
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