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BS682: Boooooooooo
BS682: Are ya there
CK: ping, ping, ping ya pinging me like crazy ping, ping, ping
CK: hi ya wizzyboo
BS682: hiya kidd
CK: what's up
BS682: jus wanna kno if ya wanna meet me at RR Coney Island for some coffee
CK: depends
BS682: nope got underroos on, not depends. hehehe
CK: lol never touch the things myself, depends that is
BS682: Wanna go or not
CK: well hell, sure y not
BS682: ok, meet you in 30

"Hiya Wizzyboo. Been waiting long?" The tall stocky woman asked as she sauntered into the restaurant. She was five feet nine inches tall but stood taller with her work boots still on her tired feet. She had just finished her night shift when Wizzyboo pinged her and didn't have time to change into anything more comfortable than what she wore to work last night. She had taken time to run a cold washcloth over her face to help keep herself awake. Her long straight black hair was tucked behind each ear and held in place with a Tiger's baseball cap. As she walked up to the booth, she began removing her outer clothing.

"Nah, this is only my second cup of coffee. Gave me plenty of time to flirt with that cute little blonde waitress. Niiiice piece of ass." Wizzyboo replied as she added more cream to her already white coffee.

"Everyone with tits is a nice piece of ass to you," Cheerio Kidd replied as she unbuttoned her jacket.

"SO?????" Wizzyboo replied with a saucy grin.

Wizzyboo looked up and watched in amazement as Cheerio Kidd began to take off her outer clothes. First she removed a heavy quilted jacket with a hood. It must have weighed five pounds easily.  Next she pulled off a sweatshirt that was thick enough to be used as a ski suit. Finally, she stripped down to a plaid flannel shirt with a turtleneck jersey peeking out from under it. Once all her clothing was removed, the stocky woman regained her tall slender figure.

Wizzyboo shook her head saying, "I don't know how in the hell you even walk around with that much clothing on. You look like a damn suma wrestler padded out like that."

"You, shit bird. You try driving round in this damn frigid weather. 'Nuff to freeze your tits off if you had any.

"Yeah, whatever," Wizzyboo replied.

"So what's up? How come you haven't taken off your jacket?" Cheerio asked as she picked up a menu.

"Cause."

"Cause why"

"Cause."

"That's it? Cause? Cause I am cold? Cause I don't wanna? Cause I am naked underneath? Come on yu can do better than that. And quit pulling on the damn neck of your shirt."

"Sit your ass down and be a little quieter, can't ya," Wizzyboo snapped as once more she pulled on her t-shirt. It was choking the shit out of her for some reason. Not only that, it kept riding up out of the back of her jeans.

Cheerio Kidd sat down. As she settled on the bench she yelled across the empty room, "Hey Julie, bring me a black one, will ya?"

"Sure C.K., be right wid ya." The nasal twanged voice called back toward the booth they were sitting in.

"Well hell, wish she had kept her mouth shut. Pretty face and body but that damn voice would drive me insane," Wizzyboo said as she stirred her coffee and pulled once more on the collar of her shirt.

Cheerio burst out laughing, as she looked hard at Wizzyboo's t-shirt. "You know, if you would put your damn clothes on right, you might not be choking. You got your shirt on backward."

"Shit." Wizzyboo exclaimed as she clambered out of the booth and stomped toward the restrooms. "I'll be back in a minute."

Wizzyboo could hear Cheerio laughing in the background as she passed the waitress carrying Cheerio's coffee to the table.

*******

On return to the table Wizzyboo noted that Cheerio Kidd was scribbling on the paper napkin spread out beside her coffee cup.

"What ya doing?" Wizzyboo yelled as she snuck quietly up beside Cheerio.

"Well fuck." Cheerio grumbled as she jumped, jerked her hand and knocked over her coffee all in one move.

Wizzyboo sat down and reached across the table to grab the napkin that was spread out, planning to sop up the coffee flowing in her direction.

"DON'T TOUCH THAT!" Cheerio yelled as she snatched up the napkin she had been writing on.

Julie meanwhile had seen the spill and had carried over a fresh cup of coffee. Within seconds she had dried the table and both ladies were comfortably sipping their coffee.

"Well? Wizzyboo asked.

"Well is a deep dark hole in the ground." Cheerio answered.

"You know good and damn well what I'm asking."

"Yes, 'honey', I do."

"Well 'dear', are you going to tell me or do I have to play 20 questions?"

"Your bitch of a muse won't leave me the fuck along," Cheerio grumbled as she slurped her coffee.

"My muse? I done told you a dozen times, mine is a red head with big boobs who ran off with a cross dresser to Tahiti." Wizzyboo stated as she loaded her cup with seven packs of sugar and at least half a cup of French vanilla flavored cream. She lifted her cup in the air, indicating she was ready for a refill.

"So what? The bitch may have bleached her hair and made it blonde. She's been parading round naked as a jaybird in my head. Her carpet sure as hell don't match the curtains but I just can't make out the color." Cheerio fussed as she poured the boiling hot coffee into her saucer to cool before drinking it down.

"Damn, Cheerio. Can't you act at least half way human? Drink your coffee like a man from the cup, not like a damn pussy cat."

"Talking bout cats, wanna know why I was so fuckin late?"

"Does it matter cause you're gonna tell me anyway."

"Soooo right. Anyways, after getting off the puter, I got up to put on my coat when I started hearing, PING, PING, PING. I wondered what in the hell had you forgotten to tell me. I turned around and headed back to the desk. I hadn't taken two steps when Furball starting screeching at the top of her voice."

"What was wrong with her?"

"Don't get your panties in a wad, I'm trying to tell your ass if you'd shut up and stop interrupting."

"Wellll.....ex......cuseeeeeee.......meeeeee."

"Where was I?" Cheerio said as she leaned her chin into her hand before continuing the story.

"Anyways, when I turned, I tripped over the damn cat and went flying face down on the ground. You should a seen me twisting and turning, trying not to land on my poor pussy."

"HEHEHHHEHEHEE.." Wizzyboo giggled as she thought of her butch friend tiptoeing around like a fucking ballerina in a pink tutu and tights.

"As I hit the ground, all I saw was a pair of eyes as big as a saucer, leaping straight up in the air and clinging to the backside of my desk chair. Her hair was bristled so wildly she looked like a porcupine ready to shoot quills in my direction."

"Ya din't hurt her, did ya?" Wizzyboo asked as she wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes while she pictured Cheerio in her mind.

"Naw just bruised my knees and scared 2 of her 7 lives away. All the time that damn ping, ping, ping, continued. I crawled over toward the desk, unhooked Furball and pulled myself up into my chair to give you hell for continuing to ping me."

"Well it sure as hell wasn't me. I was on my way over here."

"No, it wasn't you. It was that fuckin nutcase that calls herself, Perfect Angel."

"Oh gawd. You didn't rant at her did ya? "

"NO! Why?

"She'll have your ass written up in a story and posted on the web before you know it. It's been done to me a couple of times when I ragged her about her halo and wings."

"She is a real goofball but what can I say. Either you love her or ignore her and she sure as damn well won't let you ignore her so I guess I love her."

"Yeah me too. What did she want?"

"Not a damn thing except to needle me about writing. Wanted to know how much, how long, what topic. All the same ole shit."

"What did you tell her?"

"That if she would leave me the fuck alone for about 2 weeks I might have her a story."

"What did she say to that?"

"Not much other than grumbling something about you having told her the same thing just this morning."

"Yeah she pinged me right before I did you. She was asking me the same thing. Guess I do owe her a story."

"Yeah me too. What do you say we go back to my place and make her up some shit?" Cheerio asked.

"Sounds like a plan to me as long as you keep your muse from enticing mine to move back to this damn cold part of the country. It is colder than a witch's tit." Wizzyboo shivered as they stood and reached for their jackets.

"And just how would you know how a witch's tit feels."

"I live with my partner, don't I? 'Nuff said." Wizzyboo stated.

"Hehe, yep come on before Julie gives you that come hither look again." Cheerio remarked as once more she began layering her clothes back onto her body.

"Oh god, yeah. Not even with a paper bag over her head do I want to date that woman. Her voice would snap my cooter shut and it would never open again." Wizzyboo answered as she stood and threw some money on the table.

"Hey, Cheerio?"

"Yeah?"

"Wonder if the Wizard would want to go out with her? If we get her a little drunk, who know what the voice may sound like? Her body is good and that is all the Wizard wants right now." Wizzyboo asked.

"Shit they can play dungeons and dragons and gag her ass, then it wouldn't matter." Cheerio snickered as they both struggled to exit the door at the same time, side by side.

Wizzyboo reached over and jammed her elbow hard into Cheerio's side, making her grunt and stop where she was as she scooted on through the door, cackling at having gotten outside first.

Julie, the waitress, picked up the money from the table and shook her head over the quarter tip the ladies had left. Good thing I love them or I'd kill them, she thought to herself as she cleaned the table and wondered when they would be back again. Just listening to their friendly bickering made her smile for the rest of the day.
 

The End

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