Sunday, September 25, 2005

The "F" Word

This is post 7 of Section I. To begin at the beginning, go here.

It certainly was, Bennett thought, and then Stephen opened the door. “Mmm. I thought I smelled pesto!” Gwen said, and Bennett sniffed appreciatively, registering the odor he had been too distracted to notice before.
“Bienvenu chez Robert et Jacques,” Stephen said, bowing them in.
“You must be Stephen. I’m Gwen,” she said, in her direct manner.
The boy took her proffered hand and kissed it. “Enchanté de faire votre connaissance.”
“Professor Bennett,” Bennett said stiffly, extending his hand with some reluctance. Good looking boy, he was thinking, and spoke French with a fine accent. Too bad they had turned him into a f—mustn’t say the “f” word.

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8 Comments:

Blogger Tom & Icy said...

She'd better to check to see if she still has her ring.

9:09 PM  
Blogger the many Bs said...

Mr. Bennett doesn't have much happiness in him, does he?

10:51 PM  
Blogger Tom & Icy said...

He's too full of crap to have anything else in him! What a woose kid! He needs a dog!

12:06 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

SP: He's got a ways to go.

T&I: What is woose?

1:51 AM  
Blogger Doug The Una said...

Oh, lord, the boy speaks French. May as well give him the clarinet now. Wussy?

Jazoboa, n. A form of Jazzercize where you lose weight by listening to Thelonious Monk and laying about digesting each meal for a month.

2:48 AM  
Blogger Tom & Icy said...

Sorry, I meant wuss

11:42 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Doug: Biblical character who ensnared erring kings with feathers?

T&I: Gotcha.

1:26 PM  
Blogger Doug The Una said...

Wow, Weirsdo. Very good. I like having educated friends online.

5:44 PM  

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