6-TV FICTION CLASSICS

The eight guys from the football team and of course, myself, had "happened" upon the scene. "Hi Kelly, Hi Buzzy, Hi girls," I said matter of factly, "What's happening?"

Buzzy's chagrined smile said it all, "Oh nothing!"

Kelly interrupted, "Hi Bill, I was just collecting the 'road toll' from these guys. Right Buzzy?"

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Buzzy turned to his two buddies for some look of port. They knew they were outnumbered and couldn't break their eyes from their shoes.

Kelly continued, "Let's see... You just said the toll was $2.00. I've been paying it for three months now. You owe it for that period and your friends. That comes to plus or minus a couple of hundred dollars. Do you have it with you?"

Buzzy said, "Oh, I got it...," turning to me, "Are you guys going to MAKE me pay?"

I turned to my teammates and said, "What ever is fair. I know you wouldn't pay anything you didn't owe. Right?" Buzzy was confused. He didn't know whether he should walk away or fight it out. He hemmed and haw'ed.

I interrupted, "Buzzy, I'm just watching...if you owe it to Kelly, it's only FAIR. Fair is fair, RIGHT? If you've been taking Kelly's money for years, then you'll do what is right. RIGHT, ask your buddies???"

Buzzy's henchmen nodded their heads. Kelly said, “Or you can kiss my shoes and pay me back all the money you owe me plus 6% interest in two months."

Buzzy said, "Okay, I'll pay you back.' Kelly smiled, "AND."

"I'm not kissing your shoes.'

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Kelly said, "That wouldn't be RIGHT."

Buzzy looked at his buddies, "the team" and then quickly bent down and kissed Kelly's dirty tennis shoes. He quickly got up and without ceremony, he leaped on his cycle and said, "I've got the point...I'll pay you back Kelly. That's for sure."

MY SISTER

"ALL DOLLED UP" -7

My sister(the evil woman) was a former cheerleader at my high school and loved by all. By day she would take beauty classes, by night give haircuts at home. The school and law allowed her to practice as long as she didn't charge money. Even free, it was hard to get "victims" for her "practice". I allowed her to cut mine but what could you do to 'screw up' a crewcut.

She conned Mrs. Woodside and several neighbors into "free cuts". Even Kelly came over, because they didn't have much money. His mother didn't have a trade and they were trying to live on Social Security and a small insurance policy.

My mother tried to help them, passing on our outgrown and discarded clothes. My clothes didn't fit Kelly well, but some of Lilly's did...I mean the pants and t-shirts...unisex stuff.

Lilly studied everyone's face and selected new styles for them. She gave me a "jock" flattop. Kelly's she let grow, only trimming the bottom for months. It got so long that the straight down styled bangs hung in his eyes. With his white skin and light brown hair, it made him look funny, soft looking, almost effeminate. The guys at school had laid off him after the "Buzzy" incident. Still I had to tell him.

He agreed and went to my sister. "Bill thinks this cut is too long."

"Oh, he does," she said. "I think it suits you. I have an idea, I'll give you a perm, some curl...that will shorten the look."

I walked in and saw Kelly. He had a pink plastic cape and Lilly was inserting big pink rollers in his hair. Lilly gave Kelly a perm.

Afterwards I looked at Kelly. It looked like a girl's haircut. Kelly's unflawed pale white skin didn't help either. Lilly glowed, at her latest "creation." She beamed, "Bill look at Kelly...isn't he pretty?"

He did look pretty. His deep, brilliant large eyes, pinkish lips and high cheekbones made him look girlish...girlishly pretty. I didn't want to hurt Kelly's feelings so I just nodded.