Remember that society gal, the friend of the soldier’s who hit on him? Well here’s an update, his Pisces has run amok.

“You hear from here lately?” I asked.

“Oh yeah. She texts now and then and she left a voice mail… last week sometime I guess. She wants me to call her but I haven’t called.”

“Too busy?”

“Yeah I’m busy but I also haven’t called her. I’m afraid to call her after talking to you,” he said.

“What? What did I say?”

“You told me about all that taboo. That fantasy stuff about the Village People.”

I laughed. “Village People? I didn’t say anything about them? What do they have to do with this?”

“Oh, well they’re all dressed up. They’re supposed to be a fantasy aren’t they? That’s what you said. And anyway, I’m not going to do that for her. I’m not dressing up like a construction worker. I’m not dressing up like an Indian. Come on, P. You know I’m not going to do that.”

‘You’re not dressing up as an Indian?” I chortled.

“No, hell no. I’m staying away. I’m scared of her now. Remember Cher when she came out on that ship and danced? Wearing that cut out thing? And Cher is old. But she thought we wanted to see her butt cheeks anyway. And she had all those young guys dancing around her?”

“Yeah?”

“Well that’s what I’m afraid of. I’m afraid to go over there and she’ll come out in her outfit with cutouts and her butt cheeks showing and want me to chase her dressed up as an Indian with a tool belt and I’m just not going to do that.”

“Okay, well you have an imagination.”