The story
below was sent to me via e-mail and I was very impressed how amusing it was.
Aside from adapting and publishing the story itself, I also made a few
corrections with his kind permission.
I am hoping
that you will see the cleverness of the writer and the way I perceived the
mirth in the story too?
My long blonde hair brushed my face as the welcome
breeze cooled me. Sun oh sun, how I love your golden touch. I love my life
being free and relaxed yet there are challenges. The chaps at the gym insisted
that I get a manly haircut, but I liked that feeling of being different, even a
bit of a hippie.
I'd been a beach bum for ages, doing the occasional
massage with sweet aromatic oils making use of my 'magic hands', as my clienteles
would say. Old Mrs. Onassis would walk into my room bent over in pain and could
only greet me with an awkward grimace. She left smiling!
I helped out at Lady Kiki's bar sometimes too. I
just loved the varied clienteles who were drawn to this colourful
entertainment den by Lady K and all the shows she put on. It was ages before I
found out that Kiki used to be Bill and was in the navy too. One evening, it
was late and the crowd had left, she told me her tale!
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