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Adventures of a proprietor of a topless steakhousethis story is part of the FanClub (fm:romantic, 8639 words) [11/16] show all parts

Author: supersoda
Added: Nov 27 2007Views / Reads: 378 / 251 [66%]Part vote: 10.00 (2 votes)
In this chapter, I tell the tale of my chance encounter with a Grinch chap, and of my invitation to him to join us for a whoville Christmas Dinner. Also, Rachel and Marcy travel to my ancestral homeland and hatch a strategem to end my exile.
 


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Chapter Eleven -

"God save the queen"

Ask anyone, at any of the business clubs to which I maintain a membership, or any of my friends and acquaintances, what scares Will Rungvishna the most, and they will say that it is either letting down a pal in his or her hour of need, or placing a friend into harm's way. The fact that it had been five years, with no wedding bells for Tom and Angela deeply impressed upon my sense of the former, while the idea that I was going to send Rachel and Marcy into Mr. Winkerbean's sphere of influence deeply impressed upon my sense of the later.

I had prepared the two girls who had volunteered to spend their vacation time journeying abroad to look into my affairs as well as I could, however, no amount of said preparation could prepare them for so formidable a fiend as Old man Winkerbean. There simply wasn't an American equivalent, and what would be the upshot if one or both of the girls were captured in the line of duty? I'll tell you what, it would mean that Wilbraham, for all the best laid plans of mice and men, would have to admit that the jig was up, and would have to fly home to face the hatchet. I don't mind telling my public that the thought was one that made me think of someone who once told somebody that he could tell him something that would make him think a bit. I forget who and what exactly, but I do remember that Knitted socks and porcupines entered ...

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