Quote:

Originally posted by F1098

...


the bait man cannot resist, .....

(Notech, you just can't leave this gal with an open door)

(I just had to do that)

( you guys are weird. i love open doors.)

(from "two monks who have..."

...revealed the mysteries of Monkdom to the D'ster in such a manner that 2sy's feelin' the woozies, and starting to swoon for Monk & the Grasshopper...

....but the lovable D has round heels and ends up in F's arms where she belongs, without insects and friars ( however frequent) and the distractions of.....

... The scent of fresh tuna all over the bait boy... It smelled so familiar to her...

....but she couldn't remember who, or where it reminded her of. And then, as the breeze shifted and she looked out to sea, she said "OMG ! It is....

... "my beloved Bait-boy, and that smell (giggle-giggle) is me. I remember it all now!", as she ran to his arms...

....as he was turning to look at the passing bait boat, and poor D fell into the water, emerging as happy as a wet cat and ran to the waiting F and lived happily ever after. end of thread, I hope, because......

... immediately after, D concluded that poor, poor F was not smart enough realize that like all threads on WBW, the pages don't turn until post # x2, and as BB took a towel to dry her, his sexy little laugh melted her heart, and as he brushed a wet strand of hair gently from her face, looked deeply into her soft green eyes, he took her chin in the palm of one hand, placed the other across the back of her neck, and.... at long last. Their lips met.

End of Story. (At least for this 100 page foray into the bizzare)