DuncanM, in teasing voice: "She likes meeee, I'm telling you, Connor!"

ConnorM, very seriously: "She may like you, but no woman can resist The Look for very long."

Silence while they both study lynnann's mysterious smile.

DuncanM, right back to singsong voice: "What'd I tell you! She's a good woman so I automatically get her!"

ConnorM: "S'okay." Smirks. "I like my women a little on the bad side ... I think I'll go visit that hell-raiser in her closet, instead. Last time she was so inventive with the contents of that little room -- you'd never guess she was nuts!"

DuncanM, watching his kinsman walk away: "Bad? Hell-raiser? Inventive?" He watches as Connor takes down the key and opens the door just to peek around it --- SNAGG! the elder Scot is seized by two hands, yanked inside and the door slammed. "Connor?!"

k'lynn talking (lynnann the typist)

"glad Conni came to visit. Hav present from Ha-whyee."

The dozen circlets of flowers were draped over the older Scot. He'd just been lei'd.

"U lik dem, my liddle Macdamya? and I not nuts!"

MacNaircDC ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho!!!

Ha ha ha ha ha haha , gads! How'm I s'pose to type? You are just sharp as a tack, woman!

ConnorM, faintly from somewhere near the floor: "Don't yabber at them out there ... lei me again!"

lynnann, just the typist

k'lynn picked the petals off the flowers of the brightly colored leis, nibbling on them, Connor's fingers and his ear, moving from one to another with the ease of a spectre.

"uh oh," k'lynn pouted, "kno mor flou-wers. Jus' string."

"Uh oh," Connor grinned.

MacNairCDC ... going where the Spectre leads...

"Just the string left," Connor said, his eyes dim in the lighting beneath the door. He swept the hair back from k'lynn's face with one hand so he could see the answering gleam in her own eyes.

"I know 1001 uses for string," he said conversationally.

"Me ohnly in'trested in one."

k'lynn

"wanna play kats craydel?"

Connor howled.

MacNairCDC

..... o my! a howling Connor ... o DEAR!~~

He laughed with delight and shoved the boots and shoes aside to give himself more room on the floor. "I really must build this gal a proper "holding" hut. Soon. She shouldn't have to spend all of her time cooped in the closet. Makes her pale ... and ... wears ... her ... down ... and ..." Connor's voice trailed off, falling victim to the current exercise of fascination she was indulging on him.

*****

Duncan paused in conversation and turned his head. What was that? Connor was howling?! The darker Scot rose without even a thought and was at the closet door in two strides, pounding.

"Go 'way." k'lynn's hissed order.

Connor moaned from his place on the floor.

"Don't you harm him, k'lynn," warned Duncan. "He's my one kin!"

"Wot you do if I do?" came the twitting voice.

"What I always do. I'll rescue him!" Duncan retorted sternly.

Connor moaned some more.

"LOUDER!" whispered k'lynn. "He must be-leeeeve to get him to open dorr!"

Connor's head lolled and he asked, faintly, already knowing the answer: "Why the door?"

"Too Scots in hand bet'r than one," k'lynn replied craftily. "Have string. Tie up."

lynnannCDC

"Duncan, my beautiful boy scout, I wouldn't suggest opening that door."

"Why not?"

"k'lynn would never hurt him, so he's in no danger, but with two of you, well, she COULD get out of hand, as it were."

"That sounds appealing."

"You'd be doing repair work to the apartment for a week. But it's your life. I'm going to bed. The evil demon, you know."

"Bed?" He looked at the closet, judged the size in his head, and knocked on the door.

"Com in," k'lynn beckoned.

"Sorry, Connor, you're on your own, the two of you." He turned away from the rattling doors. "lynnann? About that evil demon, need a knight in shining armor?"

"A knight sans armor, darlin'"

SWD all - I know I will.
Feb 21, 2001

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