Reply #31: Absolutely

[Patsy Stone]

Botany, sweetheart, I mean, really. Do you think we'd have to:

1) "Olbernap" him?
2) Drug him?
3) Restrain him?
4) Rip our own bodices off and attack him?
5) Or that he'd choose to run, swim and hide to escape us?

Either you think very little of our man-getting abilities or you think very little of KO's taste in girls. :)

So, to that end:

As Keith's Jag sped up the winding mountain road, Louie, his driver, turned and asked him if the Grateful Dead music was too loud. Bopping back and forth to the sounds of the bootleg, KO couldn't even hear the question -- partially because of the anticipation of his destination.

He'd only heard of this place in rumors, could it actually exist? Not wanting to be disappointed, he didn't even let himself think of the possibility of a place with brilliant and beautiful women with a firm grasp of democratic ideals, snark to spare, killer fashion sense and great gluten-free cookie recipes. It was all too much.

Further up the lushly lined blacktop, the road's surface became a dusty, rocky trail leading up to the one building, a cabin on the side of the hill.

"Pull around and just let me off here, Louie," Keith said. "I think this is the place."

It was very quiet when he knocked; and, receiving no response, he went around the back to the screen door, took a deep breath ripe with expectation, and went inside.

He made it through the hallway and into the back corner of what could only be described as a rockin' party place. Focusing around the room, for a moment he thought he'd stepped into a James Bond film. The women who filled the room were of all shapes, sizes, ages and hair colors, but each one a vixen in her own right.

To add that bit of stuff that made the scene complete, he almost tripped over the heavy oak bar (not being so good with depth perception) with the friendly bartender, only top shelf liquors, and, to his dismay, several poetically handsome men who seemed to be watching over the girls and making sure they didn't hurt themselves should a conga line break out unexpectedly.

"A smorgasbord!" he thought. "I am truly the luckiest man alive. Now, how do I get these guys out of here?"

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