“IÂ’’m sorry, LJS, but our relationship is strictly professional and won’Â’t stand punning. JoJo tossed her head and her long, dark silky hair shimmered. Lazy Jack Silver was entranced by the hint of steel in her wide blue eyes. Not since Pog had refused to let him wear his favourite sweat-stained T-shirt had he seen a woman with so much determination. Attempting to recreate “the look” that heÂ’d perfected over the years, he gazed into her eyes but she pointed a perfectly manicured finger towards the door and whispered, “Leave, LJS. I canÂ’’t help you.” She turned her attentions back to Elliot who had been happy to lie on his play mat whilst his mother carried on with her demanding career.
As LJS stumbled towards the door he heard her say “Perhaps you need to think about the one known as Waffle. The woman who claims to live in Belgium. As he closed the heavy mahogany door behind him he heard her muttering “what is it with this guy, why can’t he settle with a decent Cork girl?”
Meanwhile far away over the Alps HJB was propped on her goose-down pillows, sipping a glass of champagne and reading Hello magazine. Casting it to one side she decided that was the last time she invited No Mobile to take photographs. Perhaps the time had come for her to join forces with the person known as Waffle who claimed to live in Belgium.
on 04 October 2004 at 12:02
Never mind all that, H – how are the goose-down pillows? Comfy? Mine are …. 
on 05 October 2004 at 19:11
I’d always imagined that is how you filled your afternoons Heather.
on 05 October 2004 at 20:03
Hello there protagonists, I feel like an update (cue crazed power hungry laugh). Bobble, do you feel that the story needs a photographer?
on 05 October 2004 at 20:10
You always need a member of the paparazzi to take pictures of the hero-protagonist and his mysterious lady(ies) assailant(s).
