Hittin' It Out the Park
“STEPHEN,” Cheryl shouted at the top of her lungs while banging on the apartment door. “STEPHEN!”
“Cheryl, what the hell is wrong?” Stephen said, after opening the door.
“Get dressed. We’ve got to go.” Cheryl charged into the apartment, clad only in slippers, a flimsy nightgown, and an unbuttoned, ankle-length sable coat which flared out behind her as she flew into Stephen’s bedroom.
“Where we gotta go? It’s three o’clock in the morning,” Stephen said, following behind her. “And why are you wear...ing a fur coat in this weather?”
Cheryl shrugged and said, “Here,” as she flung a pair of pants that were hanging on the back of a chair at him. “Put these on. And this.” She threw him a shirt, and then headed toward the door. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?” Stephen was hopping on one foot, trying to put on his pants as he walked. “What’s going on?”
“You’re going to take me to that bitch so I can kill her!” Cheryl screamed, beckoning him to hurry and get dressed.MoreLess
“Cheryl, what the hell is wrong?” Stephen said, after opening the door.
“Get dressed. We’ve got to go.” Cheryl charged into the apartment, clad only in slippers, a flimsy nightgown, and an unbuttoned, ankle-length sable coat which flared out behind her as she flew into Stephen’s bedroom.
“Where we gotta go? It’s three o’clock in the morning,” Stephen said, following behind her. “And why are you wear...ing a fur coat in this weather?”
Cheryl shrugged and said, “Here,” as she flung a pair of pants that were hanging on the back of a chair at him. “Put these on. And this.” She threw him a shirt, and then headed toward the door. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?” Stephen was hopping on one foot, trying to put on his pants as he walked. “What’s going on?”
“You’re going to take me to that bitch so I can kill her!” Cheryl screamed, beckoning him to hurry and get dressed.MoreLess
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