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Posted on Sat, Jan 13, 2007 16:27

Tiff poured 2 glasses of champagne as they had some time before arriving at the back of theater, thinking 'yeah, this may not be my first rodeo, but is sure is my last'. Handing Jake his glass she stared out the tinted windows, lost in thought until she heard his glass hit the floor of the limo. Yes, it worked just like he said it would, one little pink pill in the glass, lost in all those bubbles. Jake's chin rested on his chest, his breathing was deep and regular. Tiff reached up and dropped the privacy glass between her and Ricco. "We've got 30 minutes to get to the airstrip, the G-4 is fueled and ready to go" She reached in her faux Fendi, retrieving a short black wig and a fake passport. Amazing how much she looked like Jake's wife with just a few adjustments. As she made her transformation, she laughed..Ricco's brother, Tony was amazing. A man of many talents, forger, pharmacist and pilot...Eventually she would have to choose between the two.


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Posted on Thu, Jan 18, 2007 16:05

Back at Vinney's Dry Cleaning store, Vito was telling the rest of the gang. "It must be true. Esther, the mob boss, stopped in and said that she is missing her boy toys. She said that they were talking to some contact named Harry (that was Tiffany's name before she became Tiffany again) and that she, Esther, is the one who arranged the shipment of the secret docoder rings hidden in the stems of the bunches of fake bananans that held the almost priceless pucca shells of the Abalonie Indians of Guatemala...with the now dead Tony. Esther knew how to throw her weight and her voice around. With a bellow she cried out once more to the corners of the earth. "Trey, Healey.... Meanwhile, Tiffany had already started to take back her name as Tiffany. It was so easy for her to change her looks and keep that first name, and much less confusing. She opened the stem from the bunch of bananas to look at the secret decoder ring that was inside. Carefully she brought it out and smiled at its beauty. The decoder ring in her hand was crafted in gold. The workmanship was impeccable. A Byzantine style with a bezel set with diamonds wrapped around a brilliant blue green emerald on the capstone of this ring. No one would ever guess what they really contained. "How fun," Tiffany thought to herself. That was when curiosity got the best of Tiffany. She wanted to see how these rings would work. The directions were clear on the box. DO NOT USE WITHOUT FOLLOWING INSTRUCTIONS Not that Tiffany ever read instructions anyway...


People may not remember what you say or do, but they will remember how you made them feel.

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Posted on Thu, Jan 18, 2007 14:28

All good things come to an end like Trey's neverending story and my time here on the blogs. I came here not with expectations but with hope. I leave here with the realization that while I may have hoped to find "the one" and what I found instead was an absolute treasure of friends. And that has been worth my time here 10 fold. You know who you are and again the hope is there that we will continue to talk and laugh and share. I've never shared a lot of personal details on these pages, but through a difficult 6 months involving surgeons and physical therapy, spending the holidays without my kids and family I've found some entertainment and distraction from the daily grind here. And I'm grateful for that. Ending here...lest this becomes War and Peace ;-) Take Care


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Posted on Thu, Jan 18, 2007 10:20

Dear Readers, Every story has a beginning, a middle and an end. We have come to the end of our little tale. So allow me to tell you how it ended. After the plane landed and Tiff and Vinney met up to finalize the deal, one glance between them and BAM....love at first site! Was he handsome? No. Was he rich? Well, after they sold the near priceless pucca shells from the Abalonie Indians that reside near the Fukkowwe Mountains, they were doing OK. Was he smart?, Hell no! But boy could that man cook, and by cook I mean in the kitchen. So what did they do with a whole load of the worthless '86 Beaujolois Nouveau? Salad dressing, dear readers, Harry's Red Wine Vinagrette, now found on shelves at all the better markets in the New Jersey area and all the casinos in Atlantic City. As for Jake, well fate wasn't as kind to him. Jake was a bit of a scoundrel and when he didn't show up at that Premiere, his wife had him declared legally dead and ran off with one of his mistresses. You see, that was the reason she never cared about his philandering ways...She was having her own little affairs! So she and her girlfriend quietly took all of Jakes money and retired to a lovely little island in Greece. The last we saw of Jake, he was wandering the rest stops of New Jersey freeways trying to unload a shipment of secret decoder rings, but no one would give him the time of day...Dead men tell no tales, at least ones worth listening too.


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Posted on Thu, Jan 18, 2007 07:14

Now Esther, don't go gettin' all riled up here. We're just doing a little story tellin'


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Posted on Wed, Jan 17, 2007 12:23

Trey! Healey! Where in tarnation' are those two? I been lookin' for 'em, cain't seem ta find 'em. I think they're hidin' from me.


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Posted on Wed, Jan 17, 2007 06:29

As Tiff sat down in the pilot's seat, put on the headphones, and reached over to turn off the auto-pilot. A pang of regret stabbed her like a sushi knife going through fresh yellow tail. "Dammit, I wish I hadn't skipped that last flying lesson to have my hair done" Tiff uttered. But as she looked in the rear view mirror (do planes have rear view mirrors?) she thought at least my hair is fabulous, that Jean Luc Paul Marie was a frigging genius. Meanwhile back at Vinney's Dry Cleaning store which served as the headquarters for the Morelli gang. Hey, how'd you think he got the name "Vinney the Crease"? Vinney's twin brother from another mother, Vito, was telling the rest of the gang. "I just got a call from dat Biff guy, from da Connecicut family, well he heard there was a shipment of some hi-tech, top secret decoder rings about to enter the country...do you tink dis Harry broad gots something to do with dat?"


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Posted on Tue, Jan 16, 2007 12:03

Tiffany's toes curled as she stretched out like a cat. She was ready for the dawning of the new day. Tiffany was almost out of her satin sheets when she started remembering parts of a dream that she had that night...what were they about? Had she been a secret spy? Who were all those handsome men? The plane continued on its journey on auto pilot. Tiffany kept dreaming she was waking up, than going to sleep again all night, as she drifted in and out of sleep in the Captains chair. Sunrise began and Tiffany knew she was awake. She made sure that Herb (Jake) was asleep and went to the back of the plane to get a bunch of bananas. She giggled softly to herself thinking about all those almost priceless pucca shells of the Abalonie Indians of Guatemala that were in the yellow plastic part of the fake bananas. What she needed was in the stems that joined the fake bananas. And she was the only one who knew what was inside the fake stems, the only one who was still alive that is. She knew the others would fight over those almost priceless pucca shells of the Abalonie Indians of Guatemala. That was exactly what she wanted...


People may not remember what you say or do, but they will remember how you made them feel.

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Posted on Mon, Jan 15, 2007 13:35

Indeed, there was only one thing to do. Change flight plans immediately. Harry/Tiff knew Jake had some contacts in Hoboken NJ that pay good dough those very rare pucca shells. Landing this plane anywhere between Texas and Mexico they would risk meeting up with a few members of that fierce Abalonie Indian tribe from the Fukowwe Mountains. And that was a chance Harry/Tiff wasn't willing to take. Believe me the boys in Hoboken would just as soon shoot you as look at you, but Harry/Tiff would face them any day. One of Jake's contact's, Vinny the Crease, had been looking to unload some recently acquired wine, quite a few cases of the highly acclaimed '86 Beaujolais Nouveau had recently fallen off a truck...perhaps a trade was in order.


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Posted on Mon, Jan 15, 2007 06:07

Tiffany (Harry is her alias) quickly changed her outfit while the plane was on auto pilot. Now she was wearing jeans, a sweater and tennis shoes. She looked at her spy watch and tapped the secret button. The screen instantly appeared in the air in front of her. She checked for new messages, added a few notes, and noticed where she was on her GPS tracker. Another tap and the the screen was gone. Tiffany checked the time and than looked back at the still unconscious Herb. He looked so innocent laying there. But Tiffany knew better. She had seen the tattoo... Meanwhile, Herb (who was Jake wrapped up in duct tape) was making his own plans. Tiffany had left his eyes uncovered which gave him many opportunities. He pretended to be unconscious but watched her carefully. She was not the same Tiffany he had known. He had watched in amazement as she changed from designer Tiffany to the girl next door. Than shifted uncomfortably when he realized that she had aroused him. He was surprised to see the screen unfold in front of Tiffany. After seeing who she might be Herb decided it was best to play his weak man card. This way he could think about his situation. His thoughts drifted to what was happening with that shipment of bananas. He had just heard about a mother and son from Katy, TX. and needed to find out who they were. Than his thoughts shifted back to the bananas. Herb knew that there was more to that cargo than only bananas. It was what was inside the bananas that he was interested in....


People may not remember what you say or do, but they will remember how you made them feel.

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Posted on Sun, Jan 14, 2007 18:51

Somebody, please pass me a Kleenex... Is there a millionaire in the audience to produce this banana... oopss, masterpiece?


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Posted on Sun, Jan 14, 2007 12:03

Healey, Tom is now Tony. Harry(was Tiffany) laughed at herself. What did she need a body bag for? Checking that the plane was on auto pilot she opened the cargo door and pushed the lifeless body out. She looked carefully at the duct tape...than at the man formally known as Jake who is now ...than at the duct tape...than at Dick. Than made her decision. Meanwhile the plane continues on course....


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Posted on Sun, Jan 14, 2007 10:47

Well, the Fendi may have been faux but the Derringer that rested in the bottom was very real. As Tiff dug through this season's ridiculously over sized bag, finding the pearl handled pistol she liked to call Daddy, once again she had to thank her lucky stars she answered that ad on the back of that matchbook. "You too can learn to fly in just 14 days" Slowly standing up, she smiled sweetly at Tony and whispered..."Come to Daddy"


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Posted on Sun, Jan 14, 2007 09:08

Her eyes hidden by her Kieselstein-Cords, and her head adorned by a wide brimmed hat, Tiffany slowly smiled. She walked steadily back to the plane. A clicky, clack, clicky clack, as her Louboutin heels proudly carried her toward Tony. Tiffany reminded herself to breath calmly and to walk with a purpose. It was like being in a movie...All she had to do was act her part. Tiffany had never been able to explain this feeling she felt when she was around Tony lately. Her heart would beat a little quicker, her breath a little shorter. Like a raw hunger, her body and mind seemed to ache for his words and maybe a touch... Ricco had already entered the plane with Jakes limp body. Tony checked to make sure Jake was safely in place, than quickly removed the Bottle of Korbal and replaced it with Dom Perignon. Tony stepped out of the plane and waited for Tiffany to enter. He watched her approach from behind his Gucci sunglasses. Amazing the things he could observe when people could not see his eyes... As Tiffany approached Tony tried to keep his breath calm and to appear detached. He knew what she was capable of doing, and that excited him. In fact, Tiffany excited him...


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Posted on Sun, Jan 14, 2007 07:44

Thank you Queen...feel free to jump in here!


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Posted on Sat, Jan 13, 2007 20:29

As Ricco pulled into the deserted airstrip with nothing but five minutes to spare, Tiff looked over at Jake, disgusted and repulsed, as saliva dripped out of the corner of his mouth. She swore to herself, He would pay and he would pay dearly. That would be the last bottle of Korbel that the bastard would serve to her. From now on it was Dom Perignon or nothing. Ricco opened the back door and carried Jake to the waiting G-4, she watched the tarmac as she strolled towards the plane that would be her own. Careful, cautious, never meeting the smouldering eyes of Tony as he stood there waiting...


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Posted on Sat, Jan 13, 2007 17:13

Wine, You really should be a romance author. Very good read...I am still laughing. You, Goddess you.


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