.Fonda Peters"I bet you are, I thought to myself, then suddenly remembered her. "Fuckable Fonda" was her nickname at Whasamatta U., our alma mater. H...r name was written in every boy's restroom in school. Oddly enough, it was her handwriting. Allegedly, her vagina was where STD'S congregated to discuss current events. She was legendary for blow jobs. "She could suck a golf ball through a garden hose," the Reverend Horne told his congregation at her Baptism. Her oral skills cured her protein. . what about the prophecy?" "Ah, the prophecy!" said Cynthia. "I think we struck a blow against superstitioustommyrot today, don't you? 'We defy augury,' as Hamlet or somebody once said." "Well . . . okay," said Sandy. "Could I have some more champagne?" Just then, Billy Bob Buford, from the nearby village of Butcher's Swallow,stepped into the clearing. He was scrawny, with wispy brown hair and prominent,crooked teeth. He wore tattered jeans, a tattered blue work shirt with themotto, "Put'em. We fade int’ th’ backgroond, especially when someone lik’ Lily or Martha is aroond. So we’re almos’ immune t’ things lik’ Turpin Tales ’cause Dione hasna any reason t’ feel inferior t’ us.” Sirius frowned again. “But that’s not right, you’re just as good as they are.” He sounded eerily like Remus had a year or so earlier. “But we can’t compete with them,” I said placatingly. “Mary’s right. If Lily or Martha or Charlotte is in the room, who pays any attention to us? And don’t say it’s not. ” I asked, not even wanting to bargain. Gary named a price. I thought it was a little high but quickly agreed.“Can you get George to polish the actions flats and pivot points,” I asked, “they’re a little rough.”“The price included that,” Gary said. “I knew you would want that. They should be ready in two days. You can pick them up then, but how come you wanted both. I had you figured for only one.”“Sorry, Gary,” I said and bringing her forward, “this is Ashley, my new girl friend. The twenty is.