Now since we know it would be a disservice to put a beloved Church of England
preacher in the bedroom of a sexy young 18 year old girl,lets just say
Clare was 8,and University was but a distant dream of the future.
Clare was in Miss Clairborne's Grade 3 class,and
Jimmy's fog Abner was croaking away in Clares lunchbucket
at Robin the Angels feet.
Robin was grading Clare's essay "What I want oT Be When I Gro Up"
with tut tuts of disapproval.
Now Clare's parents were in the next room and they'd heard the
commotion in their daughters room.
Mack the trucker,was the first into his daughters room,and when he saw a
white wigged scrawny man in a old fashioned outfit sitting at his daughters
desk,he thought < Sex Fiend >
and promptly rushed Robin,eager to wring his thin neck with those
thick meaty hands of his.
All Robin did was wiggle his little pinky at Mack and Mack froze where he
stood.
Clare's stepmom Alma had been a little slower to rush into her stepdaughters
room,and when she saw Clare standing off beside the bed with wings,
she screamed.
Suddenly the sound of her screech went away.
Alma knew she was still screaming,but the sound had gone away.
Slowly the stepmom turned around,to face her frozen husband and Robin,who
held up his pinky to show her "The Power"
Robin whispered something in Macks ear,then wiggled his pinky again.
Mack unfroze and meekly sat on Clare's bed like a good boy.
Alma shut her mouth,Robin wiggled his pinky and Alma could hear her own voice again.
Then Robin asked Clare and her parents if they'd like to have tea with
Captain Thinbones down in the basement...