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Journal20130411 - A Princess and her EscortThursday, April 11, 2013Journal20130411 - A Princess and her Escort by Contraltissimo
This morning as I drove north on Rural, my selected soundtracks saw me romping happily across long-loved stomping grounds, tickled by butterfly flutes; stalking the cautious half-light of a jungle full of corners; and engaging a gnashing mob of pig-faced little friends in a tense and whirling row wherein I clenched upon the upper hand with my teeth, shaking like a feral dog all the way, and would not let go for anything. Of course, then the Helmaroc came and abducted my dear sister, and I had to hitch a ride with an obstreperous gang of pirates to go after her....
But as the music filled the sails and swept me up and along, in the traffic to my right and somewhat ahead of me, I saw a most dichotomous pair of riders.
The woman was in front, and she rode a pink scooter. Her helmet matched. Behind her, straddling a dark motorcycle with steel-studded saddlebags, was a man dressed in black from head to toe.
The woman’s face could be se