Sarah and Jinny
May 10, 2002
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Freelance
"No...Wait!...Not with MY camel!"
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"Ok, Ok man. Whatever you want is yours for the taking...you just had to say..."
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"...and I said to the chick..."
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"...hot and steamy for the next two..."
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"By the Gods, Jinny! Would you stop that!" Sarah looks at her companion.
Jinny looks to Sarah, holds the remote up to the TV and flips through the channels as quickly as her pudgy little thumb can move. Her jade eyes flash with malicious joy.
Sarah rolls her eyes, but snuggles in closer to Jinny. "Why do I put up with you?" She asks.
"Because I am the only one you know who has a great ass! Among other marvelous attributes." Jinny replies, huffing on her knuckles then rubbing them on her shirt, grinning. "Besides, I think that most of our friends would agree that it is I who puts up with you...not the reverse."
"Hah! You wish!" Sarah exclaims.
She picks up a pillow and proceeds to thromp Jinny until they both fall off the couch in a tangle of arms and legs, both gasping for breath.
"Ya know," Jinny begins, brushing her shoulder-length auburn hair out of her eyes, "I was thinking..."
"So THAT is what that smell was!"
"Ha ha ha, you are a Lord of Comedy. No really." Jinny draws a large breath and Sarah enjoys the way her chest heaves. "I was thinking about this place." She pauses.
"What specifically?"
Jinny takes another breath. "I think I am tired of living in the city, ya know? I mean we really don't have to worry about the prejudice as much...but...I want the Dream. You know...the one with the white picket fence and the blah blah blah."
Sarah studies Jinny's round face, noting the tension lines around her eyes and mouth. She thinks about it for a moment, then snaps her fingers.
"You know my Aunt Bet has a farm in New Jersey. You want to go there for a vacation? Check it out?" Sarah says.
"I like that idea. I think we both have some vaca time gathered up. Let's go for a few days and get the hell out of this dumpy City."
Sarah stands up and pulls Jinny to her feet. Sarah walks out of the tiny, cluttered living room to the tinier kitchen.
To be continued...
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