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Date Posted: 14:55:56 01/12/10 Tue
Author: Debi
Subject: Naked...
In reply to: Debi 's message, "New Year, New Ideas!" on 18:07:48 01/01/10 Fri

Okay, it took me some time, but I finally am replying to my own homework. Molly is telling a story about how she met the man she almost married years before.

Excerpt from Downtown Babylon, copyright 2009-2010, by Debi Matlack; all rights reserved. Posted for critique and sharing only; does not constitute publication.

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Molly�s mood rose a few notches after the party got under way. Bill Wagner, Adam�s buddy from the Marines was sitting at the bar. He�d made the trip from Virginia for the first time and was eagerly absorbing the stories about his friend. During a brief lull, he gave Molly a quizzical look.

�How did you meet Adam?�

Before Molly could answer, there was a collective snigger from those within earshot, followed by several people trying to tell the story at the same time.

�Hold it!� Molly rapped out. �If anyone is going to tell this, it�s me. I was there after all.�

�Sort of,� Edith smirked.

Molly pointed a steady finger at her. �You just hush.�

�Now I have to hear this.� Bill grinned at her.

Molly wiped an imaginary puddle off the bar. �Well, when I was a teenager, my best friend�s family had horses. Quarter horses, to be precise. I�d go hang out and ride, and it turns out I was pretty good at it.�

�What the hell does that have to do with anything?� Fitz yelled from across the room.

�You shut up. It�s my story.� Molly smile belied the harsh words. Turning back to Bill, she went on.

�Anyway, my friend�s dad let me ride one of their horses in shows and I seemed to have a gift for not falling off cutting horses, so he let me ride Bugs in a few shows. I must have been about eighteen, just out of high school. We�d been to a show near Orlando, did pretty well, so someone invited Betsy and I to a pool party. It was at a family friend�s house, so Betsy�s dad said okay. What he didn�t know, however, was that the parents weren�t home.�

�Oh�� said several people. She chuckled.

�Yeah, �oh�.� � she mimicked. �There were a lot of people there I didn�t know, and one of them was this tall, good-looking fellow with dark hair and dark eyes. Very nice.�

Someone made a lascivious sound, making everyone laugh.

�Now, in my younger, foolish years, I was rather proud of my ability to hold my alcohol, but all I�d ever really drank was beer.�

Someone in the crowd said �Uh oh.�

Molly nodded. ��Uh oh�, indeed. Someone busted out the tequila.� She snickered, a faint smile curling one side of her lips. �You know that song about Jose Cuervo and dancing on the bar? That was me. Things got a little hazy after the first three shots. I remember the pool and a bonfire, but not much else. The next morning, I woke up, naked in the backyard.�

The crowd lost it at that point. Molly raised her hands to draw their attention back and spoke again. �Someone had very courteously covered me with a blanket. That same someone was sitting against the tree I was sleeping under, watching me.�

�Adam.� Bill nodded.

Molly smiled. �Adam.�

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[> [> Oh Golly Miss Molly! Debi, this is fantastic. >>>> --

susiej, 18:26:39 01/12/10 Tue

>Okay, it took me some time, but I finally am replying
>to my own homework. Molly is telling a story about how
>she met the man she almost married years before.
>
>Excerpt from Downtown Babylon, copyright
>2009-2010, by Debi Matlack; all rights reserved.
>Posted for critique and sharing only; does not
>constitute publication.
>
>^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
>
>Molly�s mood rose a few notches after the party got
>under way. Bill Wagner, Adam�s buddy from the Marines
>was sitting at the bar. He�d made the trip from
>Virginia for the first time and was eagerly absorbing
>the stories about his friend. During a brief lull, he
>gave Molly a quizzical look.
>
>�How did you meet Adam?�
>
>Before Molly could answer, there was a collective
>snigger from those within earshot, followed by several
>people trying to tell the story at the same time.
>
>�Hold it!� Molly rapped out. �If anyone is going to
>tell this, it�s me. I was there after all.�
>
>�Sort of,� Edith smirked.
>
>Molly pointed a steady finger at her. �You just hush.�
>
>�Now I have to hear this.� Bill grinned at her.
>
>Molly wiped an imaginary puddle off the bar. �Well,
>when I was a teenager, my best friend�s family had
>horses. Quarter horses, to be precise. I�d go hang out
>and ride, and it turns out I was pretty good at it.�
>
>�What the hell does that have to do with anything?�
>Fitz yelled from across the room.
>
>�You shut up. It�s my story.� Molly smile belied the
>harsh words. Turning back to Bill, she went on.

Molly needs an apostrophe s
>
>�Anyway, my friend�s dad let me ride one of their
>horses in shows and I seemed to have a gift for not
>falling off cutting horses, so he let me ride Bugs in
>a few shows. I must have been about eighteen, just out
>of high school. We�d been to a show near Orlando, did
>pretty well, so someone invited Betsy and I to a pool
>party. It was at a family friend�s house, so Betsy�s
>dad said okay. What he didn�t know, however, was that
>the parents weren�t home.�
>
>�Oh�� said several people. She chuckled.
>
>�Yeah, �oh�.� � she mimicked. �There were a lot of
>people there I didn�t know, and one of them was this
>tall, good-looking fellow with dark hair and dark
>eyes. Very nice.�
>
>Someone made a lascivious sound, making everyone laugh.
>
>�Now, in my younger, foolish years, I was rather proud
>of my ability to hold my alcohol, but all I�d ever
>really drank was beer.�
>
>Someone in the crowd said �Uh oh.�

two sentences beginning with Someone's too close. Why not reverse this "Uh oh," said someone in the crowd."
>
>Molly nodded. ��Uh oh�, indeed. Someone busted out the
>tequila.� She snickered, a faint smile curling one
>side of her lips. �You know that song about Jose
>Cuervo and dancing on the bar? That was me. Things got
>a little hazy after the first three shots. I remember
>the pool and a bonfire, but not much else. The next
>morning, I woke up, naked in the backyard.�
>
>The crowd lost it at that point. Molly raised her
>hands to draw their attention back and spoke again.
>�Someone had very courteously covered me with a
>blanket. That same someone was sitting against the
>tree I was sleeping under, watching me.�
>
>�Adam.� Bill nodded.
>
>Molly smiled. �Adam.�

LOL

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[> [> [> Thanks susiej! -- Debi, 20:26:40 01/12/10 Tue

Thanks for catching the typos. This was written in about 15 minutes during my lunch break today. I had to come up with a story for the homework, and I pretty sure Valerie never let herself get in a situation like that. But Molly is telling me she was a bit of a wild child. I wonder what6 else she'll tell me?

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