him?
Sissy3211: The one who snorts when he laughs.
Bronco 8881: That’s the one.
Sissy3211: I have come to believe he does that on purpose. He got his hair cut in a Mohawk. I think that’s what it’s called, and still keeps a pipe in his mouth, although he never lights it.
Bronco 8881: I have got to see this guy.
Sissy3211: He says he doesn’t smoke; he just likes the smell of cherry tobacco. I think he likes waving the pipe around when he talks, more than he likes the smell. He wants us to think he is…I don’t know, highly educated? I have a hard time not laughing at him.
Bronco 8881: I would probably laugh too.
Sissy3211: He’s a nice guy, though.
Bronco 8881: I have something for you.
Austin chose a picture of himself dressed in street clothes instead of a business suit, and attached it. He waited and waited, but she didn’t say anything.
Bronco 8881: I’m just trying to show you I’m not an axe-murderer.
She thought about accusing him of breaking the rules, but decided against it. At length she answered:
Sissy3211: Nice shirt.
Bronco8881: Thanks. My mother gave it to me for Christmas last year.
Sissy3211: Lucky you.
Bronco8881: I’m waiting.
Sissy3211: For what?
Bronco 8881: A picture of you.
Sissy3211: Oh. Do you like blond es, brunettes, blue, green or pink hair? I’ve got a great magazine here, take your choice.
Bro nco8881: You’re a hairdresser?
Sissy3211: Don’t I wish. It would save me a fortune if I were. My hair grows like a weed. Wait, someone ’s calling.
He waited and waited…
Sissy3211: “Old school chum on the phone, catch you later.”
--- Sissy3211 has signed off---
It wasn’t true . She rarely got a phone call and there was no one calling now. Instead, she enlarged his picture and examined it more closely. Behind the man she thought was more than a little attractive, was a building she recognized – a building in downtown Denver, with a one-of-a-kind, seven tier fountain in front of it. She had probably walked past that fountain a hundred times. Never had she imagined they lived in the same city. On the other hand, he might have just been visiting Denver.
Sissy3211: I’m back. Do you travel much?
Bronco8881: Not much, you?
Sissy3211: I would like to someday.
Bronco8881: Where would you like to go?
Sissy3211: Canada, Alaska maybe. I would love to see the glaciers.
Bronco8881: When would you like to go, I’ll buy the tickets.
Sissy3211: Tickets plural?
Bronco 8881: They have fantastic cruise ships that go up the west coast to Alaska. Don’t worry, I’ll get separate rooms.
Sissy3211: Are you rich or do you just run up your credit cards?
Austin paused for a moment before he answered that.
Bronco 8881: I do okay. No family to support so what I make is mine to spend.
Sissy3211: Same here. Is that picture really you?
Bronco8881: It would be pretty stupid of me to lie. I wouldn’t want you to turn around and walk away when we finally meet.
Sissy3211: I wouldn’t walk – I would run!
Austin chuckled.
Bronco8881: I do want to meet you.
Sissy3211: Someday, maybe. Sweet dreams.
---Sissy3211 has signed off---
She was always abruptly signing off that way. At first , he found it annoying, but it was just her way and he accepted it. When Sissy was done talking, she was done talking! He liked that about her too.
*
Maggie lived in a flat that the Americans called a studio apartment. In truth, it was a converted hotel room and not a very nice one. It came furnished with the utilities paid, and for now, it would have to do.
The room was hot in summer and cold in winter. To save money, she washed her clothes in the small kitchen sink, and spread them on her furniture to dry. Colorado wasn’t humid like England, and with the help of a small fan, her clothes dried without getting moldy. That was one thing she liked about Colorado. The sofa was disgusting, the small table came with only one chair, the bed sagged in the middle, and more often than not,
Sissy3211: The one who snorts when he laughs.
Bronco 8881: That’s the one.
Sissy3211: I have come to believe he does that on purpose. He got his hair cut in a Mohawk. I think that’s what it’s called, and still keeps a pipe in his mouth, although he never lights it.
Bronco 8881: I have got to see this guy.
Sissy3211: He says he doesn’t smoke; he just likes the smell of cherry tobacco. I think he likes waving the pipe around when he talks, more than he likes the smell. He wants us to think he is…I don’t know, highly educated? I have a hard time not laughing at him.
Bronco 8881: I would probably laugh too.
Sissy3211: He’s a nice guy, though.
Bronco 8881: I have something for you.
Austin chose a picture of himself dressed in street clothes instead of a business suit, and attached it. He waited and waited, but she didn’t say anything.
Bronco 8881: I’m just trying to show you I’m not an axe-murderer.
She thought about accusing him of breaking the rules, but decided against it. At length she answered:
Sissy3211: Nice shirt.
Bronco8881: Thanks. My mother gave it to me for Christmas last year.
Sissy3211: Lucky you.
Bronco8881: I’m waiting.
Sissy3211: For what?
Bronco 8881: A picture of you.
Sissy3211: Oh. Do you like blond es, brunettes, blue, green or pink hair? I’ve got a great magazine here, take your choice.
Bro nco8881: You’re a hairdresser?
Sissy3211: Don’t I wish. It would save me a fortune if I were. My hair grows like a weed. Wait, someone ’s calling.
He waited and waited…
Sissy3211: “Old school chum on the phone, catch you later.”
--- Sissy3211 has signed off---
It wasn’t true . She rarely got a phone call and there was no one calling now. Instead, she enlarged his picture and examined it more closely. Behind the man she thought was more than a little attractive, was a building she recognized – a building in downtown Denver, with a one-of-a-kind, seven tier fountain in front of it. She had probably walked past that fountain a hundred times. Never had she imagined they lived in the same city. On the other hand, he might have just been visiting Denver.
Sissy3211: I’m back. Do you travel much?
Bronco8881: Not much, you?
Sissy3211: I would like to someday.
Bronco8881: Where would you like to go?
Sissy3211: Canada, Alaska maybe. I would love to see the glaciers.
Bronco8881: When would you like to go, I’ll buy the tickets.
Sissy3211: Tickets plural?
Bronco 8881: They have fantastic cruise ships that go up the west coast to Alaska. Don’t worry, I’ll get separate rooms.
Sissy3211: Are you rich or do you just run up your credit cards?
Austin paused for a moment before he answered that.
Bronco 8881: I do okay. No family to support so what I make is mine to spend.
Sissy3211: Same here. Is that picture really you?
Bronco8881: It would be pretty stupid of me to lie. I wouldn’t want you to turn around and walk away when we finally meet.
Sissy3211: I wouldn’t walk – I would run!
Austin chuckled.
Bronco8881: I do want to meet you.
Sissy3211: Someday, maybe. Sweet dreams.
---Sissy3211 has signed off---
She was always abruptly signing off that way. At first , he found it annoying, but it was just her way and he accepted it. When Sissy was done talking, she was done talking! He liked that about her too.
*
Maggie lived in a flat that the Americans called a studio apartment. In truth, it was a converted hotel room and not a very nice one. It came furnished with the utilities paid, and for now, it would have to do.
The room was hot in summer and cold in winter. To save money, she washed her clothes in the small kitchen sink, and spread them on her furniture to dry. Colorado wasn’t humid like England, and with the help of a small fan, her clothes dried without getting moldy. That was one thing she liked about Colorado. The sofa was disgusting, the small table came with only one chair, the bed sagged in the middle, and more often than not,
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