French Frey?
And I suppose Fiddler's last name is Ondaroof? :partytime:
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French Frey?
And I suppose Fiddler's last name is Ondaroof? :partytime:
:hilarious::rofl::hilarious: OMG!!
I hadn't thought of that, but I like it! thanks! heheheheQuote:
Originally Posted by Prettymaid
LOL as I was reading about me LOL!!
Th just gets better and better and better!! I loved the synopses, and as for the names........:hilarious::hilarious::hilarious:
Ok, heres a small snippet of info to lead the story a long a little...
Rhonda Yawned and stretched as she emerged from the big black cab of Joe's truck. She woken up a few minutes ago and felt the need to move. Joe was still asleep and she hadn't wanted to wake him. The whole night had been wonderful, perfect and this morning was even better. Now all she needed to make the dream a reality was a cup of good coffee. She could smell it. It was near by. They had found an RV park just outside of Las Vegas last night that was near a small town. They'd need to rent a car, the truck was just too big to maneuver through traffic. They needed to find Lisa and Frank, if they were still here. But first, coffee. Rhonda was a blood hound when it came to fresh brewed coffee, she followed her nose and found a small cafe just outside the park, near the road. She wasn't really dressed for public viewing wearing Joe's T-shirt and some sweats. She was still barefoot but fortunatly had had the presence of mind to grab the twenty dollar bill off the dash board of the truck when she'd emerged. Coffee had been her mission from the begining.
She wandered into the diner barefoot and dressed like a hobo, her hair still a mess. The waitress looked her up and down, nodded towards the counter and said "coffee." She pulled out a mug and the fresh pot behind the counter and filled the mug with the rich black liquid.
Rhonda picked up the mug with both hands like the treasured Holy Grail and sipped long and slow.
"You homeless, honey?" They waitress had been watching her carefully, sizing her up, making assumptions.
Rhonda looked up, a little shocked by this assumption. Then she remembered how she was dressed and laughed. "Oh no,'" she grinned at the waitress. "My boyfriend and I just rolled into the RV park late last night. He was still sleeping and I didn't want to wake him. I smelled your coffee and .. well.. followed. I'm sorry about the way I look. I guess I just didn't even think about it." They waitress laughed
"Don't worry about it. It happens more often then you'd think."
Joe awoke and looked around. Rhonda was gone. Her shoes were on the floor. She couldn't have gone to far. "Rhonda?" he said allowed. There was no answer. He got up and slipped on his jeans. He looked for his T-shirt. It was gone. He pulled a fresh one from a drawer and slipped on his sneakers. He emerged from the truck and stretched and looked around. He didn't see Rhonda, but he smelled the coffee. He smiled. He knew exactly where she was and what she was wearing, barefoot and wearing his T-shirt. He grinned. The cafe was just a short walk outside the RV Park and sure enough, she was sitting at the counter cradling a cup of coffee and laughing with the waitress. He opened the door and the jingle of the bells made her look up. Her face brightened and her smiled widened. He loved her. He smiled back and walked up to her carrying her shoes.
"I think you forgot something." He bent over and kissed her cheek.
"Oh thanks! My feet are freezing!" He gently picked up her foot and slipped her shoe over it. Then the other.
"This the boyfriend, I hope?" The waitress eyed Joe with a broad smile.
Rhonda's goofy grin gave it all away. "Yeah,"
Joe goofy grinned back as the waitress poured him a cup of coffee from the fresh pot too.
She leaned in close as to confide in Joe. "We save the other pot for the customers we don't like." She winked at Joe, who's eye brows raised at the sight of the other pot sitting on top of the coffee maker looking a little like sludge.
"Um, thanks!" Joe sipped from the mug. It was good.
"Joe, baby, this is Stella. She says some high roller came in here last night and said a couple of newly weds hit the jack pot on a big stakes slot machine at the Nugget last night. Evidently they were staying there for their honeymoon. The casino gave them a complimentary token as part of the honeymoon package. The woman, a pretty blond, stuck it in the slot machine just for kicks and they hit it! They won a trip for four to Mexico!" Rhonda was excited and the words were spilling from her mouth. "Joe, they weren't gamblers. They'd never won anything before. They'd come to Vegas to get married! It's got to be them Joe!"
Joe's eyes widened. He smiled. Rhonda was so sure, but thousands of couples came to Las Vegas to get married every year. "We'll go check it out, honey. But don't get your hopes up. It probably wont be that easy."
Rhonda grinned at him. "You'll see. It's them."
Yeoow!!!! Mexico here we come!!
FRENCH FREY??? :rofl:
All i could think when i read this was if you were to introduce him to your family. "I'd like you all to meet my husband, French Frey."
Hmm.. odd. I thought I'd posted this, but then it was gone! must have been those mushrooms I did back in college *G* (those shitake's are wild, man)
Here ya go Lou, finally, as promised *G*
The sign by the dirt drive said "Dairy Goats: LaMancha's, Alpines and Saanens".
"Perfect" Lou thought and drove her pick up up the road to a small barn and yard area. The barn, she supposed that's what it was, was falling down. The fence surrounding it looked as if whoever had made it had just used whatever was lying around and the smell, OH cheeeeze, the SMELL! It made Lou's eyes water. There was a lot of braying and naying and baying. Those had to be the goats but she couldn't see them. Lou parked the truck near the barn and got out. She looked around but didn't see anyone. There was a small rusted trailer leaning slightly on one end of the field and some old tires stacked in a loose pile by the side of the barn. Lou walked around the end of the barn. The land sloped here and a fence followed the slope down about 200 yards then took a right angle to the road where it took another right angel and followed the road to the dirt drive she's just drove up. At the corner of this fence, at the bottom of the slope, there was a large crowd of maybe 60 or 70 goats and standing in the middle was a man. He had a wild mop of curly light brown hair and one of those moustaches that reach all the way to his chin. He was wearing overalls and rubber boots and what seemed to be nothing else. He was talking loudly to the goats, but Lou couldn't figure out what it was he was saying. No, not saying, singing! Lou's mouth hung open in surprise and she let out a small laugh. She started to walk down the slope towards the goats and man, but the smell was so overwhelming she stayed back and blinked her eyes a few times to get the tears out. Lou found a small mound near by and stood on top of it and waved her arms and shouted. The man stopped singing and looked up. He saw Lou and waved back and smiled. He had a nice smile. Lou waited by her truck till the man came up from the field. He was filthy and smelled like his goats. He wiped off his hand on his grungy overalls and held it out to Lou.
"Hey, I'm C.J., C.J. Henley" He smiled. He did have a very nice smile and he had the bluest eyes she'd ever seen.
"Hey CJ, I'm Lou, Lou Von Daruf." it was a shame he smelled so bad, he was kind of cute!
"Oh right! I think I talked to your brother, uh, Fiddler right?" He cocked his index finger at her like a gun.
She smiled. Fiddler had been busy. "Yeah, that's him. He works down at Bitter Creek Ranch. Did he mention what I was looking for?"
CJ grinned at her. "Yeah, he said you were a cheese maker and were interested in branching out into goat cheeses?"
Lou smiled. This was a very nice man, although she couldn't stand to be too close
"Yes, exactly." she said trying to take a discrete step backwards.
C.J. laughed. "You'll have to excuse the way I look.. and uh, smell" He cringed a little. "The goats don't seem to mind it and I tend to spend more time with them then any human beings these days." He grinned and all the filth on his face seemed to disappear. He did have an incredible smile. Lou found herself drawn closer just to be pushed back again by ode du goat.
"Why don't I go get cleaned up and then we'll talk business."
Lou looked around. She wasn't exactly sure what he was intending on doing. There were no visible buildings other then the barn. For a moment a sickening feeling that he might pick up the hose and turn it on himself came over her, but she started a bit when she saw CJ walk behind a tree and disappear. Lou gaped at the tree where CJ had been and walked towards it. She noticed a rise directly behind the tree and a small set of steps leading down to a cellar like door. CJ Stood in the door way waiting for her. Lou was shocked to see the door, the steps and him standing there.
CJ Laughed. "Yeah, I know it's kind of weird, but it's home. Come on in, I'll show you around.
Lou began to descend the steps.
"So you live in a hole in the ground?" She was incredulous.
CJ let out a hearty laugh.
"You could say that." He grinned at her. She felt a little weak kneed. "I try to stay as green as possible. You know, live with nature instead of on top of it?. In this case I guess I'm living under it."
Lou looked around the well lit and very cozy living space.
"Well... I'm impressed! It's beautiful!"
"..for a hole in the ground.." CJ grinned at her again. She blushed a little.
"Yeah, sorry." She smiled shyly.
"Nahh, it's okay. You're right! That's exactly what it is. But I never have to worry about heating costs, or cooling and if I want to add on, I just dig!" CJ patted a wall. It was covered with some kind of adobe plaster, but was obviously dug straight out of the ground. You could still see shovel marks! Lou could also see what good all that digging had done for CJ's arms and chest. The muscles in his arms and upper body moved like waves under his bronzed skin which accented the soft dark hair on his chest. At that moment Lou was lucky CJ smelled as bad as his goats. Lou took a deep breath and turned to admire some southwestern art work on the wall and attempted to catch her breath.
"Well, I'll go get cleaned up. OH! can I offer you a drink? I make my own wine and I'd love for you to try it." CJ headed towards the kitchen area. A small room added on to the living area just beside the front door.
Lou looked at her watch, 10am.
"It's a little early for me and wine, but maybe a glass of water?"
CJ Mockingly hit himself in the head with the butt of his hand.
"Of course! I'm sorry." He laughed at himself."I'm up with the dawn and in bed at sunset. To me, this is midday!" He smiled and went to the kitchen. He came out with a large glass of ice water and handed it to Lou. She sipped from the frosty glass. It was the most delicious water she'd ever tried. She took a big drink of it.
"This is wonderful! Is this just tap water?" Lou admired the water in her glass holding it up to the light to see if anything had been added.
CJ grinned. "Yep. It's my tap water anyway. I was luck enough to find a fresh spring just back in those trees. That's probably why there is a wooded area out here in the desert." CJ was obviously very proud of his home and everything he'd done here.
"It's really delicious. You could bottle this and sell it!" Lou was still examining the water and taking large sips of it.
CJ smiled but looked down at his bare feet. "Nah, this place is my sanctuary. The goats are enough."
Lou was beginning to understand this man a little better. He didn't need much to be happy, but he cared deeply about the life around him. It made her heart jump and she smiled at him.
"Oh, I better go get cleaned up. I smell like a goat!" He grinned and jogged into what Lou thought must be the bedroom area. She stared after him for a long while and imagined all this delicious water running in rivulets down his naked body. She shivered involuntarily. "Now, why am I here?" she thought to herself, "Oh yeah, the goats." She grinned to herself, "and maybe a little more."
C.J.
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Sigh :heart:Quote:
Originally Posted by ticky
Cathy, you don't have to worry about me interrupting you and Fiddler any more. Goat poo or not, I'm shackin' up with this guy!