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Several minutes later, you exit the Women's restroom. "Much better!" you say. "Now, Rocky, what were you going to tell me about your feelings toward me, in response to my comment that this story has had no romantic element?" Rocky pulls off the stylish but unobtrusive cap that he's been wearing all along but which you only noticed just now. As he does so, tresses of hair tumble out and drape his shoulders. And just then, you notice how beautiful those shoulders are, and how incredibly gorgeous is the head upon them! "Rocky!" you exclaim. "You have really long, nice hair!" "And just as my hair is long and nice," he says, "so are my feelings toward you. Darling, I love you!" "Does this mean you want to have a relationship?" A blank look comes across his face. "A what?" "A relationship." The blank look appears again. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" "Relationship. I said relationship." He inclines both eyebrows, frowns, and cups his ear. "I'm just not getting anything." "Repeat after me: Re . . . . " "Re . . . . " ". . . Lay . . . . " ". . . Lay . . . . " ". . . Shun . . . . " ". . . Shun . . . . " ". . . Ship . . . . " ". . . Shi - shi - shi - shi -- " Continuing to repeat the syllable, Rocky starts to shake ever more violently. Finally, you reach over and slap him. He collapses on the ground, breathing hard. Slowly, he raises his eyes and looks at you. "I tried," he says weakly. "We'll work on it," you reply. You reach across and take him by the hand. The two of you exchange smiles, then start skipping together. Just then, King Richard and Sir Irving arrive at the rest stop. |