How about we just go on with the story -o* ?
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When we finally arrived at the actual party there was this dragon called Rimbauq singing with Ella Fitzgerald
and Louis Armstrong.
And suddenly Louis Roque - to the great surprise of all of us - started to sing along in a high but beautiful
tenor.
"O.K. Louis!" Johnny beamed and lifted the small demon up on the dais where the jazz band and singers were
"My dear lady Ella - Satchmo and Rimbauq - is it O.K. if this little friend of mine sings along with you? He is kinda
of looking for a new job, you see ..."
And to the former pain-monster amasement it was quite O.K. ...
I noticed he also looked at Johnny with tears in his eyes. He had probably not expected Johnny to call him his
friend. But as Johnny explained later when I asked him "Well, sweetie - he just did what he was hired to do at the hospital.
... and stopped when we told him to and - and ... Anyway - he is a better singer than demon, so ..."
"And you are very sweet!" I told him and kissed him to emphasize my point. Smiling a bit afterwards
thinking that if Johnny had roared at me looking so furious as he did at poor Louis I would have promised anything too - and
might even have kept said promise afterwards -o*
But for the moment we just listened and enjoy the music.
When the jazz band had to take a break to rest their throats Elvis took over and rocked our world. And Johnny
- for the um-tempt time - suggested we should try a bit of jitterbug. But since I didnīt wear my wings at the moment I
didnīt want him to send the chicken flying. ... not to mention what said exercise might do to my poor babyīs back, shoulders
- arms - his whole adorable body - since this chicken ain't that small -o*
So we did dance. But with all four feet on the ground *O*
NO! I donīt have four feet - really, some readers ...
Now look - Johnny has two beautiful feet and I have two broad feet - and two plus two is five, see!
So that was what I meant by ... 2 + 2 ... eh - is four - erm ..... He *o*
After a while I did feel tired, though. Imagination can only carry you this far when you have had an operation
recently. So Johnny followed me over to one of the tables beside the dance floor and then left for some drinks and a bit to
eat.
The space pirate captain sat at the neighboring table and now she moved over and started to talk. Saying among
other thing that I was a very lucky woman having Johnny - as if I didnīt knew. But still - it is nice to hear other people
like the guy one have chosen for yourself *o*
Then she went on to say "Yes, if I didnīt prefer women - sexually ... I think he is one of the few men I would
like to try and get my hands on. He is simply gorgeous!"
Over her shoulder I at that moment saw Johnny almost drop the tray with the drinks and food he was bringing.
He had heard her last remark.
I did my very best not to giggle. Johnny on the other hand couldnīt decide whether to feel flattered or offended
but ever the gentleman with ladies he took a deep breath and went up to us like he had heard nothing at all.
But before he could sit down Hunnybear came running over to yelling as loud as she could "Meeps! Meeps! .. Johnny
- get out of here! Hurry!"
Behind her I could see Long John coming along with his little brown friend as fast as he could, waving his hand
in the air and yelling something similar.
Johnny calmly drew up a chair for the old pirate. Then caught the little excited Teddybear and sitting down
placed her on his lap "Now, you two - catch your breath ... Here, take a sip of Meepsī coke, Sweetfur. Please take my
rum, Barbecue! I can fetch another. ... well, my dear long John - whatīs wrong?"
"Ares has just arrived - over at the other side of the fair ground. And you know - ever since our lovely
Xena hit him over the head with Cupidīs bow at Cypress he has suffered under the illusion that he is wildly in love with Gabrielle! ...
and since he canīt tell the difference between that delightful lady and this little tall tale teller here he wants to kill
you, Johnny kin and make - probably violent, knowing him - love to you, Meepsie sweet"
That didnīt sound so nice. So Johnny looked over at me and said quietly "Should we leave, babe?" I nodded. But
then asked a bit confused "But where to? ... O.K. my darling Ichabod *o* "Anywhere but here" But still ..."
