h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

* This fine room is the warmest part of the building, the cozy large sofas are ideal when the winters chill creeps across the acres by twilight... *

* M.K puts some logs into the grate & stokes a warm fire... *

* He pulls one of the big Victorian Lounges closer to the fire & curls up with a coxy blanket... *

* He ponders that something is missing... *

* Alas, he will just have to make do without his beloved her for now... *

* He finally falls asleep... *

Lord M.K*

*Bob carries G.B. in to the room and puts her down on the lether sofa he then sits down next to her and puts his arms round her*
Getting Vince to ride off on my Bike worked perfectly We can stay here and enjy eachothers compny hay love.

*GB & Bob tip-toe in attracted by the heat of the fire.
They see M.K* fast asleep.
Giggling, they lift him up & carry him outside into the draughty corridor, setting him down gently.
Then they run back into the room, jump onto the large couch, still warm from M.K*'s body, wrap their arms around each other & start kissing passionately.
*Time passes
*The fire dies down a little, but is still glowing and giving off a lot of heat
*outside, someone trips over M.K*'s sleeping body, a shreik is heard and then a cry of "MURDER!".......

People these days they dont even check the boddy

Ignoring the commotion they carry on hugging and kissing....

*throws more logs on to the fier. and notices a full botlle of wine on the table*
Hay look M.K. left us a bottle of his best whine wasent that nice of him.
*looks arround for glasses*
Only one glass though ut I am shure we can think of somthing

* M.K sleepily wanders through on his way to the bathroom... *

Lord M.K*

*Untangels himself from G.B. long enough to lock the door so they wont be desterbd. Just to make shore he puts a signe out side sayin no entry all tresspassers will be shot on site*

OOh, this wine is lovely, Bob, but the company is even more intoxicating.
You have the body of a man, but the skin of a baby....
I could easily fall in love here, and never want to leave...

>/BOOKMARKING>

I'm just following Tweetie don't mind me

Before retiring for the night, GB is making out her will.
She lists, in no particular order,
Bob
Will - PS of Tea & Cappucino
Ivor Biggun{formerly Shellers}
Tweetie{Archangel}
Mina - Muse of bondage
sea
Petunia

this list is to be added to before the Foxy Manor vacation ends.....
Remember that GB is the richest woman on the planet since she bought shares in h2g2 before it went online
Patrons paying attention will know why this will is being drawn out....and why. It's her - or me. H2g2 is not big enough for both of us.

Dont worrie love we will go to war and beat her in to submission
*hugs G.B. and wach over her as she sleeps in his arms. alreddy the time spent in the copany of satan is being put to good use as he getts hind plans of atack readdy. and tries to remember the ritual to call the traffic wordens of the opocolips to aide him in his cause*

*GB yawns and stretches & looks down at her beloved Bob.
Sleep on, dearest one, the cares and worries of the day are not yours yet....
*kisses Bob on the cheek
*sets off for room 11 for a fresh uniform...

*Getts shakally to his feet And strides out of the room to begin the ritual that will call forth the dredded four and a harlf traffic wordens of the opocolips. Thinks about it for a second and decides to move his car first *

*wonders where Matt is so they can make full use of this thick rug and wine she brought*

*Several hours later and the room is empty*
*Will arrives breathless with Tweetie*

*looks confused (amongst other things...)*
I thought we didn't need to breathe?

On this occasion being breathless was not caused from excersie merely from looking at you