Part Three

"Yes. This," she said, smiling wickedly still. "The key to your heart! You, sir, are my LOVE SLAVE!" "NO-O-O-O-O-O-O!" I screamed. "No?" she asked, with a puzzled look on her face. "Well, actually, I'm okay with it," I replied. "But, in keeping with the cliff hanging tradition, I had to have a loud and drawn out howl of a denial in here somewhere." I got up, dusted myself off, and looked out the window, the door having been securely--and safely for me--pulled shut. "Where is that SFATIESE, anyway?" "Dan, you don't have one. You'll just have to get used to the heat. Moving here was your idea anyway," Sharon said. "NO-O-O-O-O-O-O!" I screamed again. "What now?" I answered, "I figured a long and drawn out howl of denial would be just effective here at the end as at the beginning."

"NO-O-O-O-O-O-O!!!" Sharon screamed.