Wednesday, August 23, 2006


Seducing Sylvia was going to be difficult, but Ralph was determined to get laid tonight.

A C-note for the maître d’ ensured that he got a table with an unobstructed view of the bay. Moonlight glinted from the waves as sailboats sought harbor. Beautiful.

A bottle of Dom Perignon lay chilling, and the pianist was doing his level best to out-Sinatra Sinatra. Ralph smiled wolfishly as his date was shown to the table.

Just then, the moon turned a brilliant blue-white. On the other side of the world, the Sun had gone nova.

“No nookie for Ralphie,” thought Ralph darkly.

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