Lady Mia's Gentlemen Callers

Being on the payroll due to a show appearance Lady Mia a small French village alien immigrant, took a second, claiming owed allowance option, defending her firm turf. “Love appeals made me a winning selection,” she boasted, “woo hoo Jackie blue, where are you now, out of the money, miniature in statue.”

While claiming a successful fast-track lifestyle Lady Mia accepted Durkin’s call explaining ‘he was out of the money’, producing a show for Mount Travers tourists, receiving modest revenue.

“The prins fire really did damage, to the legendary place,” he told her over the phone, “I do not know how it started but the royal theater looks like a coco shell, despite once deemed a winning venue.”

Other than the tragedy, the winning stage finalist indestructible foundation built on firm turf, claiming its place had only one Achilles Heel flaw, diagnosed as the ‘wandering west’ plague, infecting every show, turning large ensembles into meek intimate casts.

Lady Mia professionally listened, “what usually puts us out of the money is the Olympic romp, five rings interlocking triggering competitive chaos.”

“The Olympic romp?” Lady Mia wanted juicy tabloid details.

“Our talent finds out there is more to life besides choreographed agendas and are interested in exhibiting somewhere else, representing their country,”

“So, you need them to stay here, instead of every couple years complaining they suffer from ‘attention crazed medals disease’,”

“Yeah, bronze, silver or gold,” Durkin paused, “isn’t spotlighted applause enough?”

End Day One

Pondering the telephone dialogue with Durkin while vacationing the maiden claiming Lady Mia sat quietly in the Lake Chapala recreation place, believing she was on firm turf waiting for the midnite lumberjack to show. “I should have chosen a different flame who was a winner,” she thought about the woodsman temptation.

Never distancing herself from a fast-track attitude, Lady Mia annually visited her friend John Jay, attending his entertainment extravaganza show about a blue lion with a Big ‘C’ academic grade. Using the rural playhouse as an excuse to explore magical opportunities, Lady Mia needed a flirty escape and the arriving stranger fit the bill.

Moments later, the doorbell rang, and Lady Mia answered the entry request seeing a big man with an axe, “Chuck Willis, you are here and a winner,” she expressed letting the guest into her rental cabin.

“You know this is an awesome city,” Chuck Willis did his homework trying to be on Lady Mia’s level.

“This area is not a city,” Lady Mia corrected, “it is a fishing community.”

“That is why we are all out of the money and need,” the midnite lumberjack paused, “atomic time.”

“Atomic time?” Lady Mia accepted the tease.

Standing his firm turf doing claiming Chuck Willis lowered his ax, “you know Fatima’s blessing on this place was very captivating.”

“There was a blessing?” Lady Mia searched for information.

“Citizen K came here with a show just like your friend, John Jay,”

“He is not my friend,” Lady Mia confirmed, “he is my business partner.”

“Well, as the legend goes while dining Citizen K took a golden shot and,”

“The colpo d’oro put them out of the money?” Lady Mia wanted confirmation.

“Captivating and all,”

Fascinated with the story, Lady Mia needed her happy hour formula celler aging chilling below. Disappearing to get the cocktail allowed Chuck Willis an opportunity to settle, relaxing, waiting for Lady Mia’s return, “just in time for wine,” she announced feeling like he was a winner.

End Day Two

Carrying two bottles Lady Mia presented festive options, “I figure we can maximatch but I wanted to show you both,”

“Portis, huh,” Chuck Willis responded reading the label, “back when I was out of the money that brand showed me guidance.”

“It once put Governor Dutton’s ego in his place,” the maiden did claiming strengthening the relationship’s firm turf.

“It will be Porits for dinner then,” Chuck Willis agreed.

“I like to hold out the winner,” Lady Mia blushed displaying an uncorked temptation.

As they sat down, the conversation continued, “when you were on the fast track did you do modeling?” Chuck Willis investigated.

“Believe it or not,” Lady Mia clutched the glassware, “I was out of the money and my agent put me in a commercial for Irish coffee, they called me the Corrib Queen, sailing the Emerald wake me up waterway.”

“That must have been fun,” Chuck Willis commentated.

“Actually, it was so hot, I thought I was travelling down the ‘river of woe’ nicknamed by the locals as Acheson, and I tell you the sweat really did show.”

They both laughed hearing the memory, “I went from a maiden claiming to a maiden special weight, really quickly.”

“Who was your agent?” Chuck Willis inquired.

“Allen Hurst, he had this garden state place called Lil Abner’s Allenhurst Fantasy Farms where he cultivated dreams making them grow.”

“No wonder you ended up in Hades,”

“Actually, it ended up a cozy thing deeming me a winner.”

As the evening progressed, despite combatting the adventurous outdoor forest setting place, an island spirit featuring influential voodoo activity lurked, and Lady Mia made her move with the midnite lumberjack, allowing the spirit of the night inspirational winning results change the larger-than-life gentlemen caller character.

“You know Chuck Willis,” Lady Mia grinned, “being a maiden with special weight, I always have a firm turf, “as for you, well show me what it is like being a pealing lad.”

Sitting back Lady Mia enjoyed turning into an audience member watching Chuck Willis the midnite lumberjack as he preferred, pick at his skin like it had maturing adolescent zits.

“Go ahead one by one,” the special effects action, empowered Lady Mia, “oh you missed a spot, darling.”

When the clock struck twelve all that was left was a miniature human and Lady Mia escorted the fellow to the door. “I hope you had fun tonight,” Lady Mia addressed in a courteous tone.

“I did,” he answered, “how much?”

“Nothing,” Lady Mia powerfully calculated, “my little friend, I know rumunculus’ are usually out of the money due to their small wallets in their small pockets. Run along little one.”

“Well good night, Lady Mia,” Chuck Willis expressed going into the darkness, following the shining Portis’ reliable trusting light.