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"I'm as scantally clad as the day in which I be, and I'm touching
myself right now." I could feel a growth in my pants.
"Oh Vanessa, don't tell me those things, not now you bastard. It's a ardious train ride to your house and
now I'm going to be positively fidgety the whole trip." As a matter of necessity I adjusted the bulge in my
pant.
"Hand me the jump leads, the chickens have escaped!"
A third voice came over the speaker, in punctuated bursting shouts. I refrained from speculation, pausing for an
explanation.
"That's my brother. You know It's amazing we can even hear him, he is in workshop outside and I'm talking
to you from the sitting room at the front of the house."
Vanessa explained all about the puzzling scream. It was a technique her brother had devised some years ago to evoke
the grey ghost, call forth the thing behind the curtain. He would shout, scream, cry, words of abstraction . A
controlled tourrets syndrome of sorts.
The curious cad, vanessas bother, utterly fascinated me. His grapple with the mysterious was surely unique; moreover,
he was wonderful fun.
I pressed Vanessa for a rendevous with her brother, she seemed reluctant. "I'm not sure it's wise to have
you two in the same room.We have enough trouble with him as it is."
"You're brother is a fumbling ninny." I said.
"How dare you sandbag my dear brother." Vanessa's malcontent was disguised none, her usually pleasant
tone regressed sharply to one of icy hate.
"I did nothing of the sort!....Vanessa….. I was merely drawing a parallel between your brother and ninny's.
Seriuosly though, I'm just playing Vanessa."
"I know, it's just he is in the house now playing with those pop up toys, it's incredibly irritating."
she said.
"pop up toys?" I asked. I had the generic images of a xylophone and a pop-up-book in my head, my imagination
stalling, the only conglomeration of the two I could muster was the image of a pop-up-book resting on top a xylophone.
"Those little toys, they look like a tennis ball cut in half and fleeced.You press them down and after a short
delay they pop up with a 'pop!'.I'm sure you remember them. Anyway, go ahead and tell me what happened last night.You
said you had a story for me."
"Yes, ofcourse. I can hardly belive I could forget seeing a woman shot dead."
"Goodness! Really? a woman shot dead?"
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