"I'm not entirely sure, but I have the sneaky suspicion that it's truer than either one of us would like it to be."
"Oh." Mike thoughtfully replied. "Well then, I guess we have a problem."
Unsure as to implications, John quizzically replied, "We do?"
Mike, with exasperation clearly conveyed in her rebuttal, cleared her throat and then demurely responded, "Yes, I'm afraid to say we do."
"Why's that?"
"Because, John, I have pretty much the same sort of sneaky suspicion that you do."
"You're shittin' me, right?"
"I wish I was. Trouble is, I'm not. As much as I hate to say this, I do believe that I've fallen in love with you, also."
"So, what do we do about it?"
"I don't mean to be contrary here, but I think the question is, is there anything you and I can do about it? Look! I know this is going to sound trite, but the ball really isn't in our court, now is it?"
"No. You're right. It sure as hell isn't," John concurred.
"So, to paraphrase Oliver Hardy, I guess you could say that this is another fine mess I've gotten us into! It's all my fault! I never should have asked you to make love to me tonight!"
"Would you please stop berating yourself, kiddo? Look, if anyone's to blame, we both are. After all, neither one of us saw this coming."
"True. But, we both should have known better! We both should have seen it coming!"
"All right. You'll get no argument out of me on that one. When you're right, you're right! So, I guess that more or less brings us back to the question of what are we going to do about it?"
"Well." Mike began thoughtfully, "when you get right down to it, there's really nothing either one of us can do as it stands right now. Basically, it's out of our hands. Magatrix set the rules, and you do remember what she told us? According to the schedule she gave us, come dawn, I'm slated to change back into my old manly self."
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