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| By BrianRobertNeal | ||||||||||||||||
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This is an edit and revision of She'll do anything part 1 and 2. The tale was kicked off by a Tom Petty Song from his She's the One Album and finished with a second track from it. I agree with Fledermaus and have deleted the lyrics. If he’d known She’d be at the party, he wouldn’t have gone. She was with her latest Beau who was rich, well dressed and handsome, as they all tended to be, in fact as he was. The pair walked over to him, She smiled and made the introductions, She-Well hello Richard you’re looking well, meet Rupert. Rupert meet Richard. The two embarrassed men muttered a greeting. She-Look Rupert; it’s our good friend Rosemary. The pair of them walked off, leaving Richard to make small talk to his glass of wine and paper plate load of buffet stuff. Less than a year ago they’d been an item, one day he’d come home and found the note. “Richard you could bore for the Universe, I’ve gone, don’t try to follow.” It was in her mannered ornate hand and as usual unsigned. Their mutual friends drifted away from Richard and clustered round her, a few refused to take sides. But none criticised her. Richard had finally decided to break out of his self-imposed isolation. He would go to this party as She; he thought; was on holiday abroad Later on She and her Beau came back to Richard pulling in tow a very frumpy looking woman in her late twenties, She-Richard meet Deidre, you’ll have lots in common, she’s an actuary. The pair then waltzed off again. Richard-Well hi, join the Leper Colony. Deirdre-Leper Colony? Richard-Oh yes nobody dare come over here for fear of invoking “Her” wrath. They’ve set you up, see they’re all looking at us. Deirdre-What do you do for a living? Richard-I make money selling things I don’t own to people who don’t really want them, they buy them with money they don’t have. It’s called “Futures” but let’s leave it there. Deidre-Do you enjoy it? Richard-I loathe it. Do you know I envy creative people, singers, musicians, authors, actors, painters, sculptors etc? I try to write but She used to take the piss. I’m not very good. Deidre-Excuse me a moment. Deidre walked to the centre of the room and clapped her hands. Deidre-In my hand I’m holding six crispy £50 notes. A certain person, who you can guess, has paid me this to publicly humiliate somebody and you can guess who that is. I am in the Personal Services Industry but would never work for less than £500, so I’m doing a friend a favour. So Richard put your food and drink down and come over here. Richard came over utterly confused. Deidre pushed the notes into Richard’s shirt pocket. Deidre-Richard, I’ve never paid for it before, but it will just be this once, from then on we’re going Dutch. She dragged Richard towards the door, then turned, “Oh Rupert that flat you lease me, I’ll no longer need it, I’m paid up till the end of the month and I’ll leave the keys in the fridge. To those amongst you that I consider not just customers but friends, so long it’s been fun.” Deidre looked at Her. Deidre-Bye, but I never really enjoyed "girl on girl stuff”. And they were gone, out into the Lobby and then the lift. Richard-So Rupert’s a Pimp? Deirdre-No, and I’m not a courtesan, I’m a Sculptress named Rosalind. But you are taking me to bed aren’t you and can I have my money back? Richard-Yes and yes but why. Rosalind-I was brought over, a seemingly drab, boring little soul and you smiled and started to warn me about how I’d been set up. And I just fell in love with you. She removed the glasses, removed the pins from her hair and shook out a swathe of the most beautiful auburn tresses. Rosalind-Now,imagine me wearing make up, a long flowing gown and high heels. Richard-I’d rather imagine you wearing nothing but a winsome smile
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