Franklin.........................CAH-SOL.......

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SCENE II


Debbie flew into Cleveland and arrived at approximately 7:00PM.She was surprised at how her arms were not that tired from the flight.

Anyhoo....she had only an overnight bag with her. Dannie had relatives here,but they would now split as Dannie was going to stay,of course , overnight. Debbie had only the sizzling hot outfit she wore as she planned on returning by early next morn.

Look---I know I said she packed a bag in scene one,but it was a mistake--she did not. OK?


She wore taupe pantyhose...the crotchless variety. Her bra was detachable from the front....and red...and satiny...and very thin.Over this she wore a light,white sweater so tight no one had to guess about her eraser nipples. Her skirt was black and hugged her like it hadn't seen her in years. Her heels were high. She felt hot in this snappy array.


She went directly outside the airport and told a cab driver she wanted to go to Franklin....CAH-SOL.The drivers eyes made themselves big....he told her he would only go there for triple fare and if it got dark before they arrived he would stop and she would have to walk the rest of the way.She didn't have to ask why as she already knew what he knew...and what the staring people in the pick up area who had heard her knew...what everyone in this village knew....what you knew as well as I what I knew...or know........................
............the....CAH-SOL....was haunted. A lot more haunted than that sissy place in New Zealand.



She got in the cab and they drove out.They got off the freeway and found Franklin Avenue. Debbie saw a house.A big house with cars parked all around it. She could see a par-tay was going on inside. She noticed a naked woman CheapWhiskey dancing on a coffee table.Her mind said.."Say!...isn't that------nah. Couldn't be."



And the cab drove on headed for the 44th St. intersection.






Her hot buttons were getting hot in anticipation.







She then found herself in shock over a hand climbing up her thigh!! "Oh my God!!."...she shrieked


The driver stopped,turned around and asked her what happened.She said..."That hand!!...feeling up my thigh!!"



"It's your hand." said the driver.

"Oh." said Debbie......feeling even more dense than she ever did in the International Racing thread.



She whacked the driver on his head with her purse and told him to just mind his own business and drive.





















God she was stupid!