The Bodice Of Llandrindod
By Timothy Dennis - June 21st, 2010The whites of Zagat's eyes beamed as he charged Margherita 's bedroom door. He passed through it with a thunderous crash.
"Zagat!" she cried from within, "You know you shouldn't be here!"
"No is for words time!" he screamed, using all the English he knew.
He grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. She couldn't fight him off, he was too powerful. Zagat built houses for a living - houses like this one. It was how they met.
"Zagat, we mustn't!" she pleaded. But it was too late. He jumped on top of her and ran his hands down her heaving bodice. His pace slowed as his fingers carefully removed the bodice's fastening lace from its many eyelets. Margherita gazed up at him, quickly overtaken by his bold, manly maneuvers. With almost surgical precision he removed her bodice and held it up to the sunlight, Margherita 's bare chest exposed.
With unprecedented speed Zagat ran back out the door, bodice in hand, never to be seen again.
"Zagat!" she cried from within, "You know you shouldn't be here!"
"No is for words time!" he screamed, using all the English he knew.
He grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. She couldn't fight him off, he was too powerful. Zagat built houses for a living - houses like this one. It was how they met.
"Zagat, we mustn't!" she pleaded. But it was too late. He jumped on top of her and ran his hands down her heaving bodice. His pace slowed as his fingers carefully removed the bodice's fastening lace from its many eyelets. Margherita gazed up at him, quickly overtaken by his bold, manly maneuvers. With almost surgical precision he removed her bodice and held it up to the sunlight, Margherita 's bare chest exposed.
With unprecedented speed Zagat ran back out the door, bodice in hand, never to be seen again.
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