VidaliaCDC ~with a wikkid grin~
Oct 16 2003

I was doing a little research and found this. I was using the thesaurus giggled myself silly...

Entry: dalliance

Function: noun

Definition: love affair

Synonyms: amorous play, caressing, carrying on, coquetry, cuddling, fling, flirtation, flirting, fondling, fooling around, frolicking, hanky-panky, making out, messing around, necking, nooner, petting, relationship, Roman spring, screwing around, seduction, spooning, stringing along, toying

Concept: immorality

Source: Roget's Interactive Thesaurus, First Edition (v 1.0.0) Copyright � 2003 by Lexico Publishing Group, LLC. All rights reserved.

MacNairCDC

"Armorous play, now that's what I was all about," said Duncan. A grin crept across his face as well as a bit of sadness. "It was what Fitz was all about, too--I learned my best stuff from Fitzcairn."

"I'll bet Fitz had you beat at it. He had hundreds of years more practice," interjected Methos, critically. He was buried eyebrows deep in the latest research handbook put out by the Eastern Division Archeology Committee--otherwise known as EDAC.

Six months ago, archeology student Brian Tennison (known by a select few as Adam Pierson) published a dossier speculating that Scythian cities were likely located to the North/Northwest of the current excavation plan of the EDAC. He extrapolated his idea from the combination of topography, water availability, type of soil available, and climate. Plus, the natural valley between mountains encouraged travelers along that route ...leading them to be looted, captured, or simply tolled heavily. After careful review and criticism, the EDAC sent a team of five North, where they found ruins 75 feet down. All plans for the current dig were scrapped and the entire twenty teams moved to the new find.

Duncan shot his friend a glance. "How's the dig going?"

"Fine, fine," said Methos. "At least they're not sniffing around where I didn't want them to. I should have been more discreet in my younger days on where I buried my archives. A tomb wasn't very smart, though it seemed a good idea at the time. I mean, who raided tombs? All the curses of the Gods fell on you."

"You buried what?"

"Notes. Writing. You know, stuff that wasn't supposed to be done during that time? It's kind of like Brenda sniffing around for a sword that shouldn't have been in existence five hundred years ago?"

"I thought writing of some type was done during that period."

Methos cocked an eyebrow at him like a parent skeptical of a child's thought. "Not writing like mine." He rustled the page of his journal, derailing the current conversation. "You were talking about 'amorous play' were you not? They called it the �Roman spring� in one of my former lives."

Duncan laughed at the term. "That sounds as funny as the one Connor told me the other day: frigging in the rigging."

"I surmise that your kinsman's 'frigging in the rigging' was a whole lot more than just foreplay and kissing."

"You're probably right about that...� Duncan shook his head.

"You mean, you don't know? I thought you sailed with Connor a few years?"

"I sailed with Connor in later years, when life was more civilized--"

"Life always was more civilized than Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod," interrupted Methos."He just took longer to act more civilized."

"Like I was saying, I didn't sail with Connor when he was running guns and other things. I sailed when he'd settled down to more, shall we say, honorable seafaring trades?" He smiled at private memories. "There always has been a little pirate in him, though."

Methos harrumphed softly and turned another page. "There's a little pirate in all of us, MacLeod."

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