Subject: [OTL]: The Shag of a Lifetime [Pryde and Wisdom]
Date: Mon, 19 Nov 2001 21:25:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Kaylana <kaylana123@yahoo.com>

Disclaimer: Not mine, never were. IF they were, they'd
be sitting on my hard drive and I still wouldn't be
making any money off of them. They all belong to
Marvel, and they mistreat them, but that's their
business. This is just short fluff that I found
lurking on my harddrive one day. Purely meaningless,
but in a cute way. Feedback is loved for months on
end.

The Shag of a Lifetime

        "Goodbye ol' girl," Pete said so quietly that it
seemed to be to himself. "We had some times you an'
I." He sighed wearily. "All good things come to an end
though right luv?" Pete wiped a tear from the corner
of his eye. "Never thought I'd get so close to one of
your type. Media always 'as given the wrong impression
of ya."
        Silence loomed for a moment as Pete paused
thougtfully. "I never coulda dreamed you'd be so....
soft.. once I got to know ya. Don't know how I made it
without you luv. Sure, there'll most likely be others,
but there's always that first true love right?"
        Melancholy seemed to overwhelm the man and he stood
with a loss for words. "I guess all's been said that
can be. Maybe... maybe we outgrew each other. Maybe it
just wasn't meant to be..." A thought struck him and
through his obvious inner turmoil Pete smiled. "Well,
luv," he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, "I can
always say you were tha best shag I ever had." He
smirked to himself.
        "O.K. Wisdom! Stop talking to that old mildewed
carpet and get in here!!" Kitty called out from the
window.
        Pete gave the rolled up fuschia shag carpet an
affectionate pat. "Take 'er away boys," he told the
garbage men. He smiled to himself and went back inside
to deal with his girlfriend.
        "I swear Pete!" Kitty greeted him in an apron, with
rubber gloves on her hands and holding a old feather
duster like it was a small yet powerful weapon. "You
had the *worst* taste! How on *Earth* did you get by
without me?" She put on a good act of irritation, but
laughter shone in her eyes.
        "Ey!" Pete protested. "That ol' carpet meant a lot to
me!"
        "Pete," Kitty said seriously, " 'Sophie' was the
color of Barney. A large purple dinosaur, that sings,
gave up it's hide for your floor."
        "I thought it accented the couch..." Pete muttered in
half-hearted self defense.
        "The couch, is brown," Kitty replied dryly.  "Wait a
minute," she started.
        "Wot?" Pete asked. "Don't look at me like that
Pryde." He waved his hands in front of his face in
self defense.
        "You said that that.. that.. *carpet* was the best
shag you'd ever had!" Kitty fumed in a fairly good
imitation of anger.
        "Well," Pete defended himself, "Me and ol' Sophie go
back a ways see? She was my best shag. You," Pete
leered, "You luv, you're the best--"
        "Out!" Kitty laughed swacking Pete on the behind with
her duster. "Go clean something Wisdom! Before I
remind you again just who your 'best shag' is!"
        At the last of her words Pete stopped dead in his
tracks halfway to the bathroom of his small London
flat.
        A cleaning rag fell to floor. The rag was soon
followed by a stringy black tie and a rather abused
apron. Laughter rang through the apartment.

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A Dragon's View of the Human "threat":
You are smaller than me. You are not as smart as I am.
You are slower than me. You cannot fly.
You are small, crunchy, and taste good with ketchup...