Donald Hefeweizen Saves The World (pt.11)
Mar 26, 2008
Jefferson Dunleavy ogled his own ass. Which was strange, considering he was straight as a ruler.
“You’re right. It’s not bad.” Frank remarked. “But, you could use a few hours on the StairMaster.”
Just what Jefferson needed. A critical goldfish.
“Are you nuts? There’s a demon running around in a Jefferson suit, and you’re focused on my ass?!?”
“Well, you were focused on your ass. I thought I’d offer some constructive criticism. A few lunges would make you a babe magnet.”
“A few lunges would make this body a babe magnet.” Both fishes’ eyes bugged out.
“Yup. She’s a demon alright.” And just as Frank was getting the hang of active conversation, the body-snatcher walked right back out the door.
The Bathsheba in Jefferson clothing flopped into its convertible BMW and sped away. Heading north toward the mall. She thought she might take her new body out for a night on the town. Get a feel for how it handles the curves.
It had been seven centuries since she’d been allowed to indulge in the carnal pleasures offered by human existence. And her assignment could wait twenty-four hours while she caught up on modern debauchery.
She suspected she could teach twenty-first century heathens a thing or two.
Bathsheba was grinning like a kid in a candy store when she saw red and blue flashing lights in the rear-view window of her convertible BMW. “Figures.”
A petite, blonde officer whose uniform was too small for her ample bosom approached the passenger side. Authoritatively.
“I’ve always loved a woman in uniform,” Bathsheba purred.
“License and proof of insurance, please.” Officer Robertson glared at the dark-haired young man with disdain. Of course he loved a woman in uniform. He’d say anything to get out of this ticket. She hated his type.
Bathsheba stared. And smiled a wicked, naughty-thoughts smile. Officer Robertson continued her glare, unabashed.
Bathsheba/Jefferson looked away first.
Victory! thought Officer Candice Robertson. I’ve got him, now.
. . . to be continued.
(c) copyright 2008 Jennifer J. Knighton
