BY SOLO
EPISODE 23
{Tee hee, Solo is going to enjoy this one!!!}
The lads all looked up from the book they were reading
and looked at
each other.
"Well!" Tim announced, slamming the book shut.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" Richard cried and tugged his fingers
from the
closed volume. He put them in his mouth and began to suck on
them.
Tim ignored Richard's dirty look and continued…
"It seems easy enough - one of us is going to have to
kiss her…and
since I am the King of the rumpy pumpy around here, I guess it will
have
to be me." He flicked his brown fringe casually out of his eyes
and
licking his forefinger and thumb, straightened his eyebrows and wiped
the edges of his lips. He reached into his pocket and pulled
out a
small pump-action spearmint spray. "It's a tough job but I guess
I'm
the only one here qualified to do it." Tim turned and bounded
out of
the door.
The sounds of mouth spray followed him up the corridor.
Richard stared at Paul… "We'd better go after him and
save Solo."
Richard then turned and ran out the door after Tim, holding his breath
as he hit the spearmint cloud that filled the corridor beyond.
Paul opened up the book again and looked at the pictures curiously.
"Why are you still here then?"
"Paul looked up in surprise…he had forgotten that Flacco
had come to
the library with them.
"I don't want to watch Tim sticking his tongue down
Solo's throat!"
He grumbled and shoved the book back into the bookshelf.
Three other books fell off the other end. Stalking
over he picked
them up and forced them back onto the shelf.
"What makes you think Langbene will be successful hey?"
"What do you mean?" Paul looked up.
"Well, Tim's not the only one on this ship you know!"
Paul turned away. Flacco had a point. After
all, Ferguson was
always going on and on about how he was the best kisser and so on but
it
wasn't true…Hadn't Paul been given the 'World's Best Kisser' award
for
the years 76-84 in Tangawarra? They were all in his bedroom somewhere.
And besides, he'd love to see the look on Timmy's face when he kissed
Solo and she didn't wake up. He'd probably go shoot himself.
Paul
grinned.
"Thanks mate." He patted Flacco on the forehead
and disappeared down
the spearmint filled corridor after Richard.
Flacco looked around at the empty room.
"Hey!" He suddenly thought…. I'm on this ship too.
I want to try."
Flacco jumped up and down on the spot, yipped and then
ran after
Paul.
*****
"Wow!" was all Solo could manage to say as she stared at
the figure
before her. He held out his hand. Hesitantly Solo placed
her own in
his and he drew her slowly into his arms.
They waltzed around the dancefloor. Solo felt as
though her feet
hardly touched the ground. Who was he? She didn't know.
He was
wearing a black silk mask over his eyes. Who was he?
She had to admit - he looked as sexy as hell in that suit.
She ran
her hands over his black satin jacket, itching to loosen his white
satin
tie. The pure white shirt and vest caught the pale orange light
from
the candles and reflected it back up into his eyes. This close
she
could see that his eyes were an amazing contradiction of colours.
They
appeared hazel but then he'd spin her around and they'd seem green,
or
brown flecked through with gold.
Neither of them spoke as they danced around the floor.
Solo was in a
daze.
This was much better….This was what dreams were supposed
to be like.
Wait a minute - who was this masked stranger? He
seemed so familiar
somehow and yet so different.
His hair was cut short and was jelled so that it would
spike straight
up. She didn't care that she didn't know who he was. He
was the Prince
of her dreams.
Her Prince raised his arm and twirled Solo around before
pulling her
into his arms again. Damn he was a good dancer.
Suddenly there was a loud crash behind her. She
pulled away to look
at that had caused the noise. There was nothing there.
When she turned
back, the Price had disappeared. She looked wildly around the
room.
"Where…?" but he had completely vanished.
No, not completely.
Solo pulled her skirts out of her way and knelt down.
She picked up
the glass bloodstone. Hmmmmmmmm!!!
Two curled-up-toed satin slippers appeared by her hand.
She looked
up at Flacco.
"Examining the floor composition?" he inquired politely.
"No. You wouldn't happen to have seen a short, dark,
handsome Prince
at all have you?"
Nup! Handsome Plinth, yes. Handsome Quince,
yes. Handsome Mince,
yes. Handful Blintz, yes. But no, no handsome Prince.
Want to dance?"
"Ahhhhhhhh, No. I would like a drink though."
Solo put the glass
bloodstone into her huge handbag and then passed it to Flacco.
He took the bag eagerly and strangely enough, it actually
suited him.
*****
Tim tripped as he ran in through the doorway. He
landed flat on his
face with a loud crash. Picking himself up he ran over and knelt
besides Solo's sleeping form. He took a deep breath.
Richard ran into the room, closely followed by Paul and Flacco just
as
Tim was spraying another squirt of mouth spray into his mouth.
Hope she's not allergic to that s hit Ferguson!"
Paul said coming to
a stop besides them.
Richard was setting up a clock on the table… "Right, Three
minutes
Tim, If it hasn't worked by then, you have to stop and give someone
else
a turn."
"Three minutes?" Tim looked aghast. "That's
not enough time."
"Well, it's all you get Ferguson, because we are running
out of
time." Paul pointed to the clock on the Time Machine's
desk.
It read 3:47:52, 3:47:51, 3:47:50 etc.
"Well, you'd better get a move on then hey?" Flacco
suggested.
Tim took a deep breath.
Will Tim "King of the rumpy pumpy" Ferguson, really be
able to wake
Solo from her psychotic bob induced sleep?
Will Tim stop when his three minutes are up?
Who was that masked Prince?
And will he return to Solo's dream?
STAY TUNED…