Nunkies Bank & Trust
by Susan Nix, Mistress of Silliness


You're in the bank on your lunch break, standing in line to deposit your
paycheck. You're behind about 10 people and there are no other lines open.
Waiting in line is exasperating, and you pray you'll be served before the
next millenium.

Finally, it's your turn and you step up to the window.  To your complete
surprise, the teller smiling at you is...Nunkies!

"How can I help you, my dear?" he asks suavely.

You manage to hand him your paycheck, thought it is a bit moist from your
drool.

He completes your transaction quickly and efficiently (of course), then
pauses.  He looks at you, then your paycjeck, then puts a "Window Closed"
sign in the window.

"If you'll please come with me, young lady, we can get this...problem
solved with a minimum of fuss." (You know how Nunkies hates a fuss!)


He leads you to a private office, your knees weak at the touch of his hand
on your arm.  

He ushers you in and closes and locks the door behind him.

"What seems to be the problem, Nunk...er, sir?" you say anxiously.

Nunkies gives you an oh so sexy smile.

"No problem at all, my dear.  I'm on break for the next few hours and I
was wondering I might have the honor of spending that time with you."

All you can do is nod estatically.

"Fine, then, shall we go?  I have a helicopter that will arrive here in a
few moments.  Bound for Paris."

"I guess I should brush up on my French!" you smile.

"Indeed," Nunkies replies, bringing you into his arms for a free lesson in
French.

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the end


Kissing Cousin, NA member who wants to be Lacroix's barber 
snix@comp.uark.edu